Unweighted

The scene rolls out cliched. 

You’re left squirming,

Bolting from the trail you’ve laid.

When the joy is purely chemical,

Your conversation’s merely trivial,

The brazen bells are broken,

Chiming for no one,

But still

You hear.

You bit the bait

But slip the snare,

The knot you managed,

Stumble to your comforts,

Couch without a burden,

Bed without another weight.

- 5/14/25