consume your adoration

Someone named Brooke called and I didn’t pickup Someone named Andrew Someone named Eric Scam likely I sent emails and no one replied Attended meetings that no one scheduled I didn’t know anyone anymore Sometimes I spoke with my furnace It told me my marriage was failing Even though I wasn’t married I believed it It told me I was a failure and I didn’t object I once opened it’s metal interior To examine the face That breathed through my vents But only saw wires Sometimes I felt it’s dull hiss penetrating my dreams Manipulating my memories Destroying things Planting seeds Making me cold I relied on its voice Even though it was poisoning me Its suffering was my suffering I thought...View all