My crimes are written on my skin
Secret deep in latex notch
As saturate veins carry thought.
I shudder into a dangerous sleep
Where calm never comes
Until it’s too late.
My mind lies in my hands.
Breathes away perspiration on my skin
And the torn shadows at my feet.
Daylight stiffens cancerous meat
Stinking smears on bloody palms.
Mask this destructive fantasy,
Carry me to my antiseptic space
Where the windows are too big
And the wheel it spins too fast
Footprint powder dusts my hair
And whispers snowflakes