There was, I’m sure, a time when all was well
and good, a memory I harbor deep
inside; I feel the taste of it, I hear
the gentle touch of it, I taste the sound
inside my head, I sense with senses bound
the whole that was my body, now enslaved
to this, my only enemy and friend,
my empathetic devil. I am now
the loop of utter loneliness you feel
when, dancing to the music and the lights,
you wonder why the DJ made you cry.
They’ve sampled me. Enjoy the song, enjoy
the lights, enjoy the nihilism of
it all. And if you taste the smell, or hear
a hint of mint, remember me. I once
heard colors, once smelled notes, once lived
Unsampled.
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Mikal Trimm has sold over 50 short stories and 100 poems to numerous venues including Postscripts, Strange Horizons, Realms of Fantasy, and Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine. |