the police found her on the porch steps with the shotgun laid across her lap the roof was burning behind her and she was talking about fish “My head's starving,” she was saying. “The fish... they ate all my dreams. Fuckers think they can just swim around eating people's dreams when they please. Swim away from me.” She had no reaction as the cops came to take her shotgun away and restrain her. Just kept talking about fish and how they swim around and eat people's dreams There are many others like her in town and all over the world and it's not even the worst case scenario The worst of the worst are those who make the fish starve because they no longer have dreams to be eaten These people are all over the place, yet the news never mentions them There's nothing to talk about them Only to…

earlier today
the curtains before the window
just fell

nothing touched
or pulled
or even brushed against
them. They
just fell

They're still
on the floor

He doesn't feel like
picking them up and
putting them back

why bother
anymore

Why bother with
anything

Ever

He got out of bed only
to grab the
bottle
and then went back
and watched the stars outside
through it

switching from clear vision
where the liquid
was absent
to distorted vision where
the liquid was present

The stars were smiling
back
but they couldn't speak
back. And the moon
was absent tonight

It would be
one of those nights
that leaves the whole bottle
with clear vision towards
the sky outside

Just another night
among many

among all
of them