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