floored, distraught and dizzy
I know there is no cure...
reeling, withdrawn and lost
searching for what's pure...

I'm crumbling into ash,
tossed as if yesterday's trash,
with trouble spreading like a rash...

I'm alone among friends,
inside nightmares that don't end,
evil surprising me around each bend...

floored, disillusioned and numb
raw like the pain of a fresh gash...
frozen, paralyzed and breaking
I am grayed and lifeless turned to ash...

(gaze at my outline in a pile on the floor,
in fragments that together complete me as
I was: in pieces)
-S.M.