Do I really have to explain to you?
when I see that,
that human, so human and so much…deity
it’s like a fuse that engrained my mind before conception had burst so that
I just feel all of my nerve threads down to my finger tippy tips.
I’m not awake or alert but
in a cacophony of color schemes more saturated
than my camera in a poorly orchestrated setting while it’s in aperture mode.
The emotions that orbit my mind
whether the newest schema they hold
is oxytocin or a reenactment of the saber-toothed tiger, out for my skin.
But not even they can hold up their expectations to the reality of being, which is
After you exposed yourself to me,
I simpered like a little girl
whose cuddle toy, shreds of imaginary hopes she vested in self-preservation, was
dumped when hands cursed of Fates threw them out.
And that’s when the world morphed into gradients of white and black,
though I don’t pity you.
Don’t come close.
Lest I burn you.
Author’s note: No, I’m not tripping on acid.