Backbone ripped
    soul slashed
optics gouged
    pretty has no place here
  convoluted resonance

Fingers walk on a cement floor
   surreal awakens and pool of colour
       to the black — drenched in ego
   lack of comfort
          lack of motivation
       resistance lack of bounce

  Please
      Please I beg
    place it in my hand
        desperate for ambrosia
   forgotten
       gutted
   carved hollow
      no internal organs
   no tendons
      just a pile of torn
          flesh & soul

  The muse once a catalyst
     to purity, full 180 into the oubliette
         trapped, deep breaths an impossibility
    caged in bones made from its spine
         no core of a nervous system
     only discarded white noise
        fluid seeps from a repugnant
              echo of past mirth

Enjoy your cell, melted frozen
      is not my endevour