Eyeballs with lids peeled back
Thoughtfully wander across the room.
Blue, Brown, Grey, Green, every-
One rests staring at me.
I’ve been caught!
Red handed — literally!
A saw covered in sticky platelets,
My soul laid out like that guilty Plantagenet for all to see and condemn.
My own eyes turned downward at the ragged stumps–
Where my legs once were–
Now just sharp bone, tangled
Veins and crimson.
Questions begin to erupt like magma.
Coming to the surface, turning into destruction and lava,
Crude descriptions of this madness.
But I merely sat,
The pain numbing into complacency
Because — just for a moment —
I was freed from the tyranny of thought.