Submissions by Coolcool

I waste away
like the hours spent
painting a face
twisted from the stench
of death

Rotting alive,
I reach inside
to pull out what hasn’t died
and smear it on my frown-
upside down-
‘cuz they say
You’re pretty when you’re wearing a smile

All the while,
my tongue
has become
necrotic
and I want to spit it out
with words from my mouth
Let the pain pool down my chin-
but I hold it in-
and float to the kitchen table

Position a chair
for myself (who isn’t really...