Everything nice

[M.T.]

Had you not
Had I not
Had we not
Had it not
what would have
could have
might have been
For nothing will now be
ever again
Now will, be nothing
again
forever

First signs: silence
when no silence is wanted
this feeling
crawling up your back
from behind
tearing you
apart
at the navel
filling your stomach
with sugary spice
try to
be
nice




Unsure
is it creating you
or
did you create it?
only afterwards
no one
cares
in the middle
too
preoccupied


Questions
bigger than you
falling
crushing
down
until nothing is left
of you
are the question
Why only me?
Always