I spent the better part
Of an Hour, staring
At my veins, tracing
Blue lines with Black
marker, Sharpie.

I won't tell you how
I spent the worse part.

Different lines run
Through my skin

I counted them:
Faded and Fresh.
Grim tally
of Triple digits.

I swim in bare walls,
Dark tide, images:
glass meets tile, crashes
Ricochets,
Stings; sheets
Tattered.  Life
through a grinder.
Splintered.

Unnatural menagerie,

The tiger crawls,
Surfaces.  Escapes the well.
Breaks cold links:
Steel, Iron,
Indestructable spiderwebs
spun fervently,

Silent explosion.

The tiger flexes, nails
Grip flesh.  I am torn
inside Out.

Vertigo.

The tiger paces,
restless among confines,
spinning eyes.

I will the world
to                Burn.
          Drown.
End.

Seeing and smiling, I calmly explode,
Typically unpredictiable, I am
Shaking sorrow from my coat,
Drowning in rage.

Living and lost in oblivion,
I'm breathing but still not here.
An outsite in my own life, I
Rely on broken cruise control.