my arrival
an open mouth of a monster
waiting to devour me whole
in the bowels of the beast
i met myself
wide awake
no room for a tete-a-tete
too many words
spoken aloud
hung in the air
crowding the space
miniature steel rooms
full of metal
meant to squeeze
out my life
a sponge
so malleable
left twisted and dry
does not exculpate me of sin
a bone crusher
an incubus
meting out nightmares
forcing them through the patina of my skull
stuffing agony
into the old mattress of my mind
ragged ticking
stains of a child
seep across the worn fabric
soaking my skin
imbuing the husk
stretched over my bones
i genuflect
sobbing
begging for mercy
and sleep
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