Who Is That In The Mirror?
Still you squeeze and push
at the the egg-shell glass,
'til the crystal bares cracks
of pertruding veins,
[Look Familiar? ]
cracks of caveat,
while you obsess
in your world
of blind disfigurement,
standing front a mirror
on bruised, twigged legs,
beginning to bristle....,
buckle.......this paradox
of lean and green,
so fragile, now,
as paper rice,
or a pancreas-
malignantly dripping
from the nodes so lymp(h) :
such cruel, cruel pain;
if only you could see
what i see in your mirror,
this crime nothing short
of a masachistic,
self-inflicted dose-
of Assisted Suicide.