garbage

Feeling like garbage. Like left over

Like do whatever you want

Wherever.

Whatever.

Have you felt tar in your core before?

Thick gobs of oil making things sluggish,

Clogging air holes.

A rotting center churning rotten thoughts, rotten feelings.

Some fresh air and space would help.

Some time.

I guess rotting things go back to the Earth in time.

Garbage waits.