Prena Poetry

i feel like a corpse emphatically married to life, when i have long been in love with death and kissed with him in my room around 3am, as i held a cord around my neck. i am a wife to an apathetic world evolving into some ruthless machinery that incinerates a thousand dreams of young lovely people like you. there are children wailing in my mutant womb, i don’t like them; for they will only suffer and hate the mother who tore herself apart to bring them here. the cities have smaller windows now, people have eyes so inanimate and hearts murdered by blinded abhorrence. god, i am so tired of dying in my bed every morning.