between cracks,
i have glimpsed pollinated red flowers
ablaze when illuminated.
i, on the other, a mold
in moisture of dark secluded space
hardly even seeing directly
the glow of mother star
maybe on some fortunate days
inches away, a light beam leaks through
like a thread of white-gold filament,
some stray might even say,
a strand of the sun goddess' hair
mesmerizing, yet still falls short
of badly needed warmth.

some have an actual home to be
after clocking off,
i have a paid corner to park my body
waiting out physical dangers lurking
in these seemingly longer nights.
a concrete cube
with barely any signs of life to show,
an unhomely home wrapped in chain locks,
rent deducted from paycheck
roughly 4,500 every month.

beyond the abyss,
i have seen lives with a purpose
that gives reason to exist beyond breathing,
beyond passing out in one's own bed
and resuming the flow of events,
as if nothing had ever happened.

lately, my chest cavity's filled
with metal shavings weighing me down,
bits from the past accumulated
that has become rather unbearable over time.
testing the limits,
threatening to expose secrets,
spill rage condensed to liquid
all that human ugliness within
stuffed all tightly compressed.

i too have found out
the flesh walls also thicken with age
the dark will blacker
and nights might stretch
eventually into infinity.