with nothing to give

by alex northey
(brisbane)

if i smile at you it means I'm lost.
i look into the eyes of every stranger.
but i only get chills.
blank faces with a glare from the sun.
that gear with no teeth,
it eats me up inside.
i hate the taste of water.
and i never breathe for fun.
my room has a thousand exits
but only one door.
the ceiling isn't tall enough.
pains in the neck.
and now i stare at their feet.