rust

it is not that

history is repeated

but instead that it hasn’t ended

that tied knot of violence of force

of pain that stretches on as a mouth

screaming with no voice

though many have yelled

under its repetitive fisting

*

how can i trust

people after you

how can i trust myself

after trusting you

*

i detest my weaknesses

for making me into

detesting weak me

who is tired

of resting

and sleeping heavy

with the emptiness of a day

where there are things happening

but not here around me

listening to commercials of toothbrushes

wondering which i should choose

to clean myself

before i slip into an end

like a cavity that has no where

to go anymore