In Here, Once Again…


Once again, I reside,
In this place-
A different place,
Though in some ways,
Just the same.

Beige patterned wallpaper
Covers the walls
Of this shoe box room.
Wires emerge
From beneath the bed -long white
Tongues of goblins, they are?

Telemetric wall sockets,
Crimson red as the blood of dragons.
My fingers, in my thoughts-
Become two pronged plugs.
My hand, ground to shreds
In a garbage disposal-
Dead ground meat,
Putrid, gangrenous-
Electrocution….

How I wept at daybreak
By the glare of gray skies,
After the falling of summer rain,
Dead on arrival.

I have been left on this shelf alone,
Encased in this shoe box room.
I know where I am in flesh,
Though h my mind has escaped
To the twilight zone,
Where I live, isolated,
In solitude, and disconnected from the world, I am.

Everyone has died,
And the lead-hued sky,
Fog and all-
Has fallen down upon me.

The sun’s rays burn and burn through,
My flesh, seared by the heat it exudes,
Everyone is dead,
And I just don’t believe in flowers anymore…


Claudia Krizay (schizoclaud)