I can’t describe
What stirs inside
Is it disgust?
I’m scared of life
Nothing calls me.

My head is melting
Hot wax in my eyes
You’re different now,
A grey sludge surrounds you

To touch you would be
an open mouth of sharpest teeth
Words aren’t forming
Static in my head

My voice box aches with longing
Fingertips itching
Eyes are locked away
Far away calls me.