Take away from this,
but layers remain.
Life upon itself-
all attempts to break down develop new stories, but no presence.
Farberware and cold cuts-
steel, metallic rods protruding from black tar pit-
Lion takes cub,
mother takes job,
frightened but together.

One

Deep down
and far below,
after all has been dematerialized
and deconstructed,
the most terrifying thing will remain.
What exists of my self that is not a reflection of what is around me?
Knowing will stop my breath.

I dreamed last night that everyone died. I sat on a dumpster and cried. I dove inside my mouth, took a crowbar to my insides, then shat myself out onto the pavement.