I’m Standing Still

I’m standing still

You keep moving on

In my artificial drunkenness

I smell the sweet taste of death.

Non-existent comforter

Wrapped in your left breast

Milk gets everywhere

Spilled on afternoon tea

Green as you were

I’m left pale and broken.

“Where is my womb?”

I’m left to wonder how cruel I can get

Have you seen my torture lungs?

Bronchials inflammed

Shooting with nerves

I want to share my fluids.

But not at the price of my company

I’m better standing here.

And you all the way there.

Our spikes are meant to stab

No comfort in human touch

The digital release of my soul.

I’ll impregnate you with my thoughts,

Abort me later.

You can offer me comfort from the other end of the world

I don’t want your closeness

The messiness of attachment

I can only offer you mind-numbing cliches.

There is no warmth left anymore

My body is cold

And your hands

Don’t resemble a soul mate.