Monday, June 12, 2023

Husk

My psyche is drifting in an unremitting state between dead and alive

I think about covering all of the mirrors

Averting my gaze in public bathrooms

Car windows

Black computer screens

My brain feels like pins and needles

My skeleton itches and squirms in unsettlement

My entrails quiver

Spewing my existence outward into the world

This husk is indefatigable in its commitment to death

Its pilot engulfed in the unrelenting fracas that pulsates in its veins

Hiding from the world is the only kindness I can give

Even my reflection wishes it could be less

(2023)