I streamed DDLC last night on my Twitch Channel and it was fantastic. Game’s great. I’ll write a full review later. But as I sat after the game, unwilling to play any else, I became trapped in my introspection and wrote a poem. Here’s that poem:

“The Last Dance is with Concrete” by J.V. Hegge

 

The cursor won’t move, it needs more

More fuel, more fury, more letdown

More of me

I give it all I got. Not enough

Run up the fumes. Vapor lock

I

Need

More

of

Me.

To spread thin and translucent

And then the metal

hits

A ragdoll wreck of innocence

The glass goes in

the knuckles

Bleed

The carcass caravan stops

Empty

Orange cones, my tombstone

My ego’s the grave

Robbed, missing parts

Trapped in a wax, I wane.