Prions

Akin to having written

some piece of RNA

that now needs to code for a protein.

Several, even.

and I need to organize them

In such a way that—

They assemble into a virus

And start infecting their minds

Ripping them apart from within

As they are forced to question everything

they once believed themselves to be.

I need to reign

Forever and ever

Like I have nothing to lose and nothing at stake.

Where the future seems like fetish

That I dream of at my core

And I’m asking in both a raw and empty way—

Why are we like this?

Why are we so broken—

So shit—

So empty beyond redemption

Where our minds tear away

at so much peeling wall paper

In the abandoned edifices of ourselves.

Crazed from the isolation

As if hallucinated whispers

Mumbling in darkness.

Even in context- 

Prions are a kind of existence  

Like some imperfect god’s

Flawed attempt at creation,

our failures mock us

with the memory of their existence

ruthlessly we scour their shame  

overcome with embarrassment

to show others the veneer

of a seasoned psyche

afraid to articulate

how desperately

we need to let go.