Unending

Unprincipled action spills through the rigid boundaries of real emotions we plagiarized.

I’m counting days, and months, perhaps years.

Package them up nicely, gifting you with confidence.

Peeling off a finger, an ear.

More insurance, I won’t ask you to return.

With counterfeited emotions I swallowed us whole

A diet of cyclical corruption,

I purge myself of every obstinate reaction.

I smirk at our cliche 

And begin again.

-Alisa