Dishwasher Blues I call them nothingdays. You get up just to go to sleep again. What to do until the pills kick in? Doomscroll, Dead Sea Scrolls, prophecies. Stale dreams. Schroedinger’s sanity. You can’t sit still and stare into the abyss for too long because you forgot to fill the Ritalin prescription. The fever sweats you out. A ring of salt around your sickbed, where you huddle like a dethroned king overlooking the descent of his empire into waste. A long night has come to greet you, your name is impending doom. Yesterday’s pizza crusts, bent spoons, tea leaves, and coffee grounds. Trash, trash, trash. You have seen the future and you want no part of it. All you are is either past or the desperate grief of a now that won’t end.
For #PromptCombo #Nothing ✨
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