The acid of apathy

i finger the hole

in between my existence

looking for my dew

-the droplets

that remind me

of the hedonistic values

the explicit content warning

that comes with my company

i can’t even touch myself

because i don’t consent

to my needs being met

when pain is pleasurable

for the entities that stalk

and sway in the shadows

i can’t remember the last time

i flicked the switch

from off to on

my gauge was broken

permanently flickering

and the scorch marks

etched the sweat

between my thighs

until its steam evaporated

into mimicking moans

that grunted wrath filled scores

warning tape envelops

i’m hazard to myself

yellow tape snakes itself

covering every inch

chastities choir

sing the song of no

of distaste and disgust

as i forget what it feels

to feel

anything but the ache and burn

of bones that shake and erode

beneath the acid of apathy.