Eye Nails by Bogdan Dragos

dreaming of being

tied to some boulder

with chains

then the face gets covered

by a heavy mask

and

iron nails get

hammered through the

thing’s eyeholes

and into the

bearer’s eyes

they’ve got hooks

at the other

ends

to make sure

the mask doesn’t

slide off

It holds together

so well

it’s perfect

when everything gets painted

red

it’s time to wake up

into yet

another day in which

nobody gives a damn

about your soul

If you’re late for work,

they’ll ask where

you are, sure. But as long

as you’re there,

they’d never ask

how you are.

How did you sleep last

night

Are you eating well

are you

ever

having fun

Is your existence ever

just a bit

different

from

perfect, gray monotony

You still carrying that

faded

suicide note

in your pocket

You gonna do anything

about your

mental health

You…