Apathy. Poem by Kim Dang

Words falling like monopoly bits onto a tattered game board,
Arbitrary and so heavy upon impact they cut corners, splinters of chipped
Wood sprays at me.
Promises further empty than the bottom of alcoholic canteens,
So transparent.
It’s my most nightmarish dream, pressed on repeat.
My calluses cut open, my internal bleeding called bruises gone gangrene.
The past lied in harming. Now I’m just scabbing.
Because everything became midnight, taking away all romantic undertones.
Upon the overfilled bathtub, floating, lay my last fight. My last light gone dimmer,
The single flame sputtering upon a lily of wax, an inevitable fusion of darkness to be its obituary.
Within the crease of my overdue, self wrung noose there’s already mold, growing.
Bitterly, I’m staring at my own smiles in photographs, rendering each shine as lies.
Dismissing the embraces as laughable guise for some hopeful ending.
I’ve concluded something more unsettling than my distraught is my consuming
Apathy.
I’m no longer here for your reassurance, holding your hand while you learn in the art of cutting.
I'm watching flames slowly char each experience.
I find no more worth in our past stories.
I find no more hope in up keeping this temporary glory.
And I’m pleading my case gets heard before all of this destroys me.