You hurt me as much
as your last stray bullet.
I can only feel
the present,
medicine I took hours ago
isn’t enough to save me now.
Keep throwing me a rope.
A long one,
because my hands are scissors,
and I’m sorry,
but I can’t help
tearing it
down
I’m sinking.
Or did you make me sink?
I’m nothing more than
what happens in the moment:
oblivious to the past,
never minding the future
For what would a future serve
if I’m drowning
right now?
