The Last Evening Primrose

When those souls that were once flattened by chemicals finally tear open the docile skin at the critical point, When what comes out of the throat is no longer words but a spontaneous sigh dedicated to nothingness by some organ, Only then did we understand that darkness did not come suddenly but had already been soaked in every blue pill. As they walked, their joints made dry friction, like rusty machinery repeating an eternal beat. The gray that settles in the pupils is the remaining embers of the universe after all the stars have been extinguished. The transformation completed within ten minutes of the bitten person is like a demonstration of the corruption of life accelerated ten thousand times. At this moment, the city has turned into a huge petri dish. The neon lights are still flashing but no trace of human beings can be seen. Only the sound of satisfied chewing and shuffling footsteps echoed in the hollow of the steel canyon. The language of the past was broken into syllable fragments mixed with blood foam and stuck in the collapsed vocal cords. This transformation is so peaceful, there is no anger, no hatred, only the absolute execution of procedures, Like the tide overflowing the dam, gently submerging all sources of heat that have not yet deteriorated, Once upon a time, we actually misunderstood this complete coverage as a glimmer of hope. Eventually even screaming becomes a luxury when every mouth is filled with the same desire, Darkness no longer needs covering because it has become the very air we breathe, In the chorus of eternal sighs, civilization sinks quietly into the blue solution it has prepared with its own hands.