An outcry

So fucking stressed, blacked out, wrapped in
in
in what?
merde stront kak
so fucking tired of
plastic
ISOLATION

this not not poetry
this is not poetry
this is not poetry
this is not poetry this not poetry
an outcry

cry baby cry

plastic
artificial
tear the skin and
feel the pain of habituation

peel it off

there are flowers,
lovely buds and leaves on soft stems underneath