I’ve once read about a phobia

-no matter what it’s called-

that constantly urges people to become nothing at all.

The feeling of meaninglessness

erodes microbes of flesh, blood and bones

until everything mortal is gone.

Lately, I noticed me stop eating.

My stomach crumbled; my lips dried

but my heart was satisfied

with the thought of non-existence.

At the end, when I’m an infinite zero-

I can step in your world

leaving sorrows and pains behind

to put on your soft lips

a kiss of goodnight.

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