I stood there in a space of empty silence scratching
my flesh, clutching my throat, regurgitating thick,
slimy strips of smashed barbecue chicken,
mashed potatoes, and rotten soda pop, as I stared
at the drably glass mirror at a disturbing
reflection that had no significance, the rough
exterior surface of my stretched skin a fire blazing
wall of flooded cracks, craggy eyes, that seemed to be
sinking into endless shadows, the watery depiction
in its imperfection triggering terrifying hallucinations
in the midnight hours, bushy eyebrows in a wave
of crookedness, every layer crumbling beneath the sunken
stars, inglorious lips falling into a world of torturous existences,
a dark solemnness labyrinth filled with screaming smiles
haunting me repeatedly, lumpy chests declining each
diminishing second, disembodied arms and ankles
vanishing deep into a freezing ice-cold swamp, a shuddering
sensation vibrating my unappealing frame, a shriveled landscape
reflecting toxic acid stinging my soul in the hellish night, inflicting
a raw and burning flame upon my forgotten being, as the crying skies gazed high in the horizon at my fallen kingdom.