Radiation Sickness

Having failed yet another repair, on the leaking rods I spit my liquified bowels all over the walls Retching up toxic filth within an expectoration of black lumpy phlegm forms a pebbledash of grotesque sin Some I recognize, some I can’t figure out but it’s me, spewing cancer is my distinctive subtlety carries my mark, the mark of a closet misanthropist the splattered mucus develops into a mural speckled with irradiated lies Etching deep into the walls a perfect reflection of my gangrenous soul Instinctively eating the flesh off my hands takes away the gnawing pain of paranoia absolving my torments once and for all, unencumbered at last, I now feel the truth, agony is real. look at me, look inward at my outward humiliation Bleeding out, upon his own sick soul innards burning like hell The walls turn molten meltdown complete By David Kavanagh