By Tohm Bakelas
masturbating with a headache
the moonlight
shines off the snow
and into my home
illuminating the perimeter
of the dark room.
outside the rustling leaves
sound like chains being dragged
by giants
crunching snow
under glass boots
handcrafted by Cthulhu
himself.
something scales
the exterior wall
scaring the cat
whose imagination
is obtuse
but more existent
than many
I know.
Masturbating with a stomach virus
after I vomited all over myself twice
and the bathroom floor three times
and after I shit so many times I lost count after 19—
however later skimming through text messages
sent to friends during a period
I thought I was dying
leads me to believe it’s closer to 26—
twelve hours later,
after all that,
I was feeling better,
good enough to jerk off
and believing this was the way to enlightenment
I nearly passed out finishing the act
and when the room stopped spinning
and I regained strength
I cleaned up
all the wasted semen
on my belly,
another unborn child,
another unborn life,
and soon afterwards
I wrote this
poem then fell asleep
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