Smooth fingers ripped inside, dug in, and the skin ripped off in one violent pull. The white structure composing a skull quivered, and broke into legion. Pieces unused to exposure squirmed in displeasure as they broke apart. The maggots began dropping onto the exposed muscle and the body attatched. Now a gruesome grin, decaying and being consumed, stretched across the features. Soon after, it too came apart, and any visual semblance of humanity was lost.

Turning a corner
a flickering streetlight illuminates
and for a fleeting moment he is smaller,
surrounded
a labyrinth with walls composed of
façades no one will enter.

At the next corner
he is smaller still,
though more lights down this road
encourage clarity.

Nearer the core now,
another turn,
half the height he once was
until that final turn
into nothing;
the dead-end heart.

Badum-badum-badum-badum-badumbadumba

dumb.

Down the icy glass, we slide.

And congregate at the bottom.

and the build up that keeps

building up

and breaking down

It clogs my reason and my thoughts

don’t help

they float around in circles

malfeficent bubbles, only to burst

on the cold nighttime concrete

I can hear solitary footsteps outside

the window

Exhaustion grows.

as you slice through my flesh

and words bury themselves

tiny ticks, in my heart

A swelling

pus, an infection

of naivete and optimisim.

This could never work.