wordle 9/9

waiting for something to finally shake me awake

back into my body

i float down the hall, blink hard

the world stays foggy

overripe melon, i rot in my room

seep into the floor, let it be my tomb

flit back into memories, autopilot

jump off the cliff and hope it’s rocky

walk circles in my brain

give myself a wide berth

inner child full of shame

tried to kill her in church

holy water’s gone tepid

i dump out my mug

it’s too late to step in

there’s liquid in my lungs

keep on swiping my debit

account’s always in the red

don’t believe in heaven

can’t stop living my life like i’m already dead