self discovery can be scary

[he looked in and all was not right]

it wasn't so much the chaos (the entropy, tropy, py....)
in faint truncated whispers

have to flip - past the
dense suffocating
grieving
and lurid
details of the past

to see the things that are wrong.

tread softly past (and try not to awaken the
deceivingly
sadistic self)

because when you get closer
i can only see the fear mirrored
in icy pinpoints
transfixed on a
sheet of white rice paper
smeared with a dash of blood
that opens up
and screams

and you discover (too late)









that it's only yourself -