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)
