Ilsa
Hikikomori
Spend my life
In low lit rooms
Nursing sour beer

Lean on wet travertine
Take another sip
I’ll tell you the gist

I’m a hermit in the city
Heavy Metal Hikikomori
Soaked in sludge
Hair down to my knees

Can’t remember
What was I thinking
A past that’s mystery
Lost in works routine

Crushed pride
Depersonalized
Egodystonic misery

Not somebody
A body
Ripped seams
Stiches sagging