Après la débardeur, la fin du monde

The whole world is defined by disease, lines,
they laugh and scratch on permanent marker armways
to make it their own. The
boyfriend in a misnomer is making no friends
except
and how can we scream for one another
when disease won't make you dumb?
The world simultaneously screams and spits in paralysis
nothing but asthmatic dissonance escapes
the breath red pit of meaninglessness
tumbling
its hands reach for furniture and time pieces
and claim them,
slippery,
marker won't write yet you're still stuck in your hospital bed
and the marker that loves you instead
writes dots on your shrunken eye sockets
where the incisors would go.
Tiny creatures claim you with claws instead
shining eyes pierce through screens
and tickle your sore coccyx.
Void has fists.