I can feel the sizzling sun
shedding my skin away from this body—
another day, another burn,
another pointless step forward
into a world that never cared,
never asked if I was alive.
I can smell it now—
the stench of a thousand dead dreams,
the rot that settles in, slow but sure,
like smoke in an empty bar.

I’ve been a corpse for years,
wrapped in this glittering disguise—
a...