Many thanks to Gobblers by Masticadores for featuring my poem, "At the point where nothing in this world brings or even hints to excitement anymore"!
the third can of beer
empties
and she throws it
away
leans back into the
chair
and breathes a few times
reaches down between
her legs and starts
rubbing
and nothing
She’s finally there. At the point
where nothing in this
world brings or even
hints to excitement anymore
Where does
one go from that point?
What are the options?
It’s been four
days and nights already
and she’s still
thinking
hasn’t moved
from that chair once
Well, she’s definitely not
the worst muse
I’ve dealt with
just one of
them
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Thank you!
Daydreaming as a profession 
Wonderful poem Borden 🤝 This piece captures a raw, haunting moment of numbness and existential fatigue. The imagery is stark and visceral—emptied beer cans, mechanical motions, the void where pleasure or purpose should be. The unanswered questions linger like the woman in the chair, suspended in inertia. Yet there’s a strange, almost perverse intimacy in the observation, as if the speaker finds twisted inspiration in her despair. A brilliant, bleak snapshot of hitting rock bottom—and the eerie creativity that sometimes lurks there.
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Thank you very much for giving it a read!
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Aww, dont give up.
We all need a bit of reflection time . Be kind to yourself
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(.づ◡﹏◡)づ. Thank you, Daisy!
I’ll do my best 🙂
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ha ha.. you never cease to surprise me! Thanks yeah. 🙂
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I thank you for reading!
Very much appreciated!
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