T A I L  S P I N  D R I F T I N G

my body twists

itself around loophole

thoughts. you say,

you say nothing.

i'm biting back

my black tongue

and poison myself

in the process.

i can't concentrate,

feeling words move.

i'm paralysed, with

fear of myself. 

you say:

"apathetic!"

and i agree.

apathetic to the end

i'll die happy.