curiouser and curiouser.
the familiar in our trembling mirror.
...and what would you do if you reached out your hand to touch the mirror
and your fingers kept on going?
instead of glass: flesh.
pre-oedipal, these flux of dreams
through yellow haze
driving through rape.
deepfleshred between your legs
the burden of his seed.
i guess it takes the fear away.
blow by blow, cyclopean eye
the wound runs deeper than the kiss.
do you feel grown? do you feel complete?
reduced to tears
reduced to this?
let me take the fear away
someone to kiss the tears away.
in utero
how the memories jag
how they break up your days
to screams of "UNMASK!"
carnal, the dance
takes you further beyond
how carnal, the dance
of what you've become.
