Museum of Impending Death
by Juliet Cook
We all do things accidentally sometimes.
We all do things without caring enough sometimes.
We all do things without really thinking them through sometimes,
but these days those things might cause death.
I try to internalize my own discomfort sometimes,
but then I feel small demons sputtering inside me,
growing helpless and worthless and scared and sick.
Seeking clarification but having no idea where to look.
Then I feel the mask entangling my face,
dripping out ominous sputum.
