no fucking win

my pleasant
memories
are demons too

good times
i felt alive

reduced
to a few flashes
in my skull

sparks that suddenly
turn obsidian
& sprout horns

the pair of
terrible dark points
scraping
“it’s all ash now”
upon the bone walls

Rob Plath, contrary to popular belief, is not yet under the jurisdiction of the worms. His latest book of poems Batter the Keyboard Like a Raptor Is Behind Yr Back is available from Laughing Ronin Press. See more of his work at: www.robplath.com. Read other articles by Rob.