Static

Bored and playing with a metallic string

Lowering the blinds, constantly, repetitively

You bob your head at the sudden decrease in light

The muscles of your neck seem inorganic

Mechanical spring of a toy

And your eyes are empty sockets

Outside, melting skyscrapers of liquid concrete, drip

While my fingers make rapid, rhythmic movements

On the table

Creating shadows on the glistening surface

Like wells of numb darkness

A static noise wraps around my head, it covers

The split tongue of insecurity

I'm eating rusty nails that taste of blood

In this lively necropolis