Through Your Eyes

A poem

Apr 15, 2024

You
looked at me

and saw faults
snake out of my brain,
crawl under your skin,
rot your mood.

Your mouth
spat the venom
back into my face.

La folie a deux
cracked and split:
the wasted Eden
and the pressed-in hell.

My image
in your cortex–
a film negative,
overexposed,
démodé–

crumbled and faded
into my self-imposed
non-existence
through your eyes.

Big thanks to

and Scribe for giving space to my words.