cacophony I (november, 2011)

blood and bone
and an age
of skinsoft decay and disease.
the taste of skin
and the foreign fear
of your own body
as something alien

the dreams where
reality doubles
when the mirror
is all of you and more
and you're left
with a tearsoaked clutch of teeth
rampant
in your ransacked, messy halls

sweat finds you awake
still somehow different
older
and made less for it
by the driving divide
of anarchic alien flesh
that fills you all up
when your bitter brain tries
on the real, helpless world