Reptile by Birth

Into the abyss I look in to see Peeking over, to discern Her looking up at me. Reptile cold and slithe, I slither through the dewy blades, And writhley race across the glade. A lumping creature, Limpling, legless loping, Filled with their plastic dopamines. Wet with amnion, glistening, Halting in the flatlands, No colour lights my way, My brain is shriveled, stupid Human thought so far away. My mind a blackhole vacuum Leaving naught alive I eat up ash and dirt Living only to survive. Pulsating log, flicking tongue To smell the sour air. My mind consumes it Swallowed whole, Leaving me no feeling. Absent, that sacral dome of thought, Vacuous cranium, filled with Negative nothings, Not a word of right or wrong. In that chasm, to which I look again I see my steady gaze returned Regurgitated, digested meat A meal for hungry birds.