(no subject)
Thick glow.
Brainy drip.
Down my throat.
I am no cannibal.
They are my own.
Sliding out of my skull.
What makes me human?
Different from the animals.
Why is it my instinct to
RUN
and
. . .HIDE.
Not so different after all.
It seems as though.
I out to show.
A bit of dissimilarity.
Between them and m e.
INSTEAD.
I slither between.
The other human’s eyes.
Desperately shielding.
The chaos.
Sewn into this soft skin.
Under a shell.
That’s cracking under
the pressure
of humankind.