stuck in place,
filtering time
like a public toilet
no one has
bothered to flush.
there's piss on the
seat, but it easily
wipes away.
and since i'm stuck
in time, i might as
well be the one
to
do it. no one else
seems to give a shit.
being alone here is good...
if you can
get past the smell.
the misery's nice too
if you can figure out how to hold it.
really, there's no reason for escape
and there's no way to make it better.
might as well sit down
for another one
and wash the hands when we're done.
clean and dry the hands on our shirt
because the blower machines don't work.
not well.
if i wait long enough,
someone might come in.
they might have the answers
we're looking for.
we'll never know.
not for sure.
the soap has run out
and the hope is dried up.
we have nothing to clean
ourselves with
when we fail.
we're left dirty here.
pigs in the shit left behind.
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