a dream in one act

poems

 

it tears at me

not slowly, softly, or beautifully tearing me into a new person

            but violently ripping me apart into a puddle of flesh

            and filth.

it controls my thoughts

making me believe things that aren't true, see things in people

            that don't exist: imperfections in myself that degrade,

            leeching away my chance to be human & stripping

            me into an emptiness perverted.

it makes me sink

down into a swamp which has no bottom, sucking me further

            and further into it's murky abyss where I can't see

            beyond what it tells me, what it eerily whispers into

            my ears: strange tales and cloudy dreams of

            loneliness & tears, flashes of glinting steel & the

            taste of red.

I want to cut it out of me

slice open my skin in a strategic, calculated attack, and

            skillfully remove the tumor before it consumes

            my entire body.

 

Oct 11, Oct 13, 2001; Jun 2, Jun 4, 2002

 

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