It's Getting Worse

Her stupidity is becoming stronger, illuminating her blindness during youth

Normal conversations are frequently dipped in unfathomable confusion

I taste the disappearance of a mother's brain function every day,

Excitement and dread coalescing behind my aching eyes

A slow death coils around distant limbs, red and asexual

The future has so many blurry faces, perfidious and fervent

This place is a bustling graveyard, littered and depressing

If the image of my body is swallowed by a diminishing ganzhi, I will

Fill my heart with departure, send a battalion of orange flares to the sky,

Organize my belongings like I'm creating time capsules, and leave this

Rancor-drenched town, its people bolstering my dwindling gratitude

I do not want to sink deeper into this ground

I will not watch another soul fade away