Blood Permanence

Blood Permanence

Written by Breezy Jewel

I once thought of myself as an accismus over some sort of passionate ballad until my desire mutated completely into what I feigned to reject. I don’t want this, not here, not for a while, not even a little bit. I don’t want the weight of the world held between your eyes, not when the weight of the world entails the masses begging to live without barbarity.

Here- the absence of any sort of pragmatic competence, where language is displayed in a manner that is almost laughable. You and I exist, and that is not something everyone can say. 

Here- it is not so complicated, it is not the Gods acting so perverse. When you dissect & scrape the reigns of this life down to its true commanders, only apathy prevails. There are no sides to choose from any longer. There is only self-interest, and the most gruesome ways to execute it.

I’m sitting within the walls of my home, real hard-wood floors and plenty of natural light. 

I’m wondering whether I should start my laundry or answer a few emails.

I’m deciding whether I should plan my future or say to hell with it,

It may only be a matter of time before it is where I am that the bodies pile to the point where it is no longer practical to count the corpses.

And I suppose that can be taken the wrong way. Anything can be if we uproot all the verbiage and break down whatever privilege the speaker beholds. What I really mean is, it doesn’t truly matter whether it is here nor somewhere we are blind to. 

It has happened, is happening, will happen.

But here- it is important to tell you what does truly matter is how we return to dust, whether it be surrounded by our loved ones in our home, or alongside our loved ones splayed out alongside our neighbors and their neighbors and their and theirs and theirs.

What the ones who care are attempting to resist is not so elaborate- we speak for the right to remain tender. The justice to let all life exist without survival begging to be noticed.

How deafening the desperation rings out. How easy it is to be muted.