sharp angles seen
from my reflection, photos, flash.
they puncture what I can
only assume to be my ego.

pus rolls out onto cardboard,
viscous vague stains.
I try to wipe it away
but the joints in my wrists give out,

so I'm lapping it up now.
a salty sweet metallic tang replaced
with a defensive acidity that
burns all the way down.

it's repulsive but
it is
myself.