The world seems far away,
As if I was peering through binoculars backwards.
I feel myself sinking again,
Swallowed by black and putrid waters,
Nostrils filling with the stench of decaying
vegetation,
Tasting the sickly green bile of algae.
I drown in the slime of emotion, without feeling.
Just another solitary refugee surrounded
By familiar robotic strangers,
Their voices echoing in the funereal depths
On a voyage to my mind, disconnected
From that strange and ugly face.
Swollen red nose and bruised eyelids
Float in mottled pudding skin;
A pathetic alien clown who cannot be me.
I want to smash her blurred reflection
Like a mirror
Use the jagged, broken pieces
Of that foreign visage
To carve a
On the distant island of myself
So the scarred directions
Might show me how to go on
Without you
