The First Incision

We’ve tried kindness –
but can we kill with creepiness?
As I was saying…
This decompression phase needs to go.
Garbage heap or disordered sleep,
don’t care where.
For once, the nightmare scenario
came to fruition
and cuddled us all into oblivion.
I no longer care for it,
its embrace delving to my molten core.
But the more I write about it,
the less the words mean.
The scene is laid out –
splayed, more like it –
upon the operating table.
Common sense ought to dictate
where to make the first incision.
Too bad Common Sense
has ghosted us.

-r. miller

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