they are terrified of me
and I cannot understand why
I spiral into tragic afterthoughts
of hindsight’s and maybe’s   
when I am asleep I feed on the skin
of wounded animals
I awake with organs and dreams
hang from your mouth
the sky looks the same as it did yesterday
so do the flowers
but the children are no longer alive
they wanted nothing of it
in this backwards facing place
all the formations bleed and obstruct
I am absorbed into a silvery comatose
and anchored down to a dark sea
I feel hate pushing against my skull
so I pull out every one of my teeth
until I can no longer speak.