Haunted

Midnight visits with feeble jaws,
while my teeth grind on white
horror –
my head has awaken, my body
has not.

A house is clouded with
my ghosts. Beautiful,
disgusting!
Numbing my legs with
a chainsaw gaze, I am barely breathing
again.

Her pale hands reach out
to
my frozen plan. I am barren, dry of
thought, palpitating.

The daylight brings demons enough, but
I cannot
escape the night.
It comes as expected. Never without
ugly dread
and
cold sweats. Always.
Always
soaked with paralysis, drenched
with the past.

Great Chronic Abyss

These finger links
of mine, no longer grow
but,
oh, how they grind!

I shift
puff-puff
skeleton knots, dis-locating
invisible wounds.

Morning is a stiff time. I am a scroll,
unrolling myself from
sleep ooze
and
itch,

useless cramped squares
stand
on trial for invisible crimes,

charged

with betrayal,
laziness,
deceit.

Tender body cage, must be fallacious!
What a disease!
What a nuisance I have grown to be,
with invisible
torment,
a foggy fever.

My skin understands my body bag antics!
It attempts detachment from me,
wants no part of
a
walking, breathing lie!

Slight touch sends the annoyed body film
into
fit – a raging, burning, frenzy
reaching for a
fool’s
exit.

Worried and choked,
we tizzy,
we taut,
my bright, red, rot skin
and me

deciding that our womb blood
has been chasing us
since our
original
birthday, trying to swim fast enough to
catch up with our skepticism.

Still vernal, but
not enough. We follow, we follow
heredity’s footsteps
into a great chronic abyss.