(if i never told you
would you notice?)

consume and dispose

fear has a way
of shattering into fragments
of a lucid paranoia
that slip in unnoticed

perhaps it is but a simply scarcastic apathy
antagonizing certian sensitivity
fluctuating somewhere between
pain and madness
as it all slips from the inside out
enclosed, alone, unimaginable to all else
outside the matter

a pressure release
drawn up by wire thin desires,
emaciated aspirations,
and a simple silence
(skeletal, but still cerebral
hungry, but still healthy)
smile and filter
returning to a satisfied sociability
and a refreshed sense of beauty
thick, opaque, and lovely.