MONDAY MAYHEM

Last night we went to our graveyard to play Seek & Hide

On the grass of our childhoods that died

When multiplied, we were never forlorn

When multiplied, we repaint ourselves with the roses' thorns

To reform the skins of our bodies

To reform them with hieroglyphs of forbidden theories

We conversed about full stops to our whys 

As the worms began to sweat through our mouths

Until again, we ran out of time

Muted the volumes of umbilical mimes

Until again, we died, not knowing why we were born

Not knowing why they mourned