the fluorescent quivering
of the overhead light
punches invisible needles
through my helpless corpse
in the corner
i see a man
degloving himself
after a day of
injecting my insides
with formaldehyde.
i open my mouth to ask him
where am i?
what have i become
another doll on death's mantle
to display
i watch as the blood
sapped from my tissue
like a tapped maple tree
swirls down the drain.
where will it go?
where will i go?
yet nothing comes out
my vocal chords are sinewy legs
for the pipe preventing my larynx
from collapsing.
rigor mortis has set in
and i lay there like
fresh roadkill
my body is cold
and yet i am still here
will i watch
as they shovel
dirt over my waiting coffin?
the maggots approaching
look like stars in the sky
sewing trigonometric equations
into my flesh
i am an abstract shape
melting into the wooden casket surrounding me
until we are one.
were we ever separate?
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PoetryA light buzzing distracts you from whatever you're doing. There is an old, weathered monitor on a table next to you. You could have sworn that it had just *appeared* out of thin air. Out of curiosity, you stare at it for a moment. The screen flicke...
