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.
Categories:
dopamines, animal, psychological,
Form: Free verse