i no longer own myself

my grandma is getting old

and my teeth are decaying.

/

in my dreams, worms are filling my legs;

a horrible imagery, indeed.

/

i do not receive gifts

because i am not connected

to the worldwide bank of feelings.

/

i can no longer make small loans;

this bank of feelings won't allow it,

because my soul has nothing left to give

and my body is no longer a decent currency.

/

i can only hope for a tiny, feeble connection,

a small act of mercy

for a decaying intruder.

/

i can't keep tolerating myself.

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