i haven’t seen my bedroom floor in almost two months

everytime my mom enters

she is taken back by the smell

but i have grown use to it

i lay in my own filth

accumulation of my dusting falling behind

and my own body having not felt water in weeks

bathroom trips are equated to gorilla warfare

crossing the depths of hell

trenches made when i drag my feet and make a path to get out

memories of my past life causes disconnect

i haven’t seen my dog today

she lays somewhere in the depths

in a world that she owns

as my room gives way to different species and kingdoms to naturally occur