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.