the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.

Fibonacci is like a story where the future is built from the last two memories. Growth powered by continuity.

Cell s echo
DNA hums
Neurons branch

Storms twist
Hurricanes spiral
Galaxies wheel
Black holes devour

Uncanny the way it sounds real, looks real, feels real, but it is not real. Phantasmagoria galore.

Please, no more.

Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, or don’t. Either way, survival mode does not ask for permission, it demands presence.

And you submit and obey.

I was waiting on you
But you never came through
And I was not surprised
Because I knew
You never really cared
About meeting my needs
At all