Ice Blink

the more of me i see, the less of me i want to be. i feel empty and dreaded and dead inside;

i’m a horn atop a pig’s head;

i still remember dogwood, sitting under my porch;

my face is a cage

and the doves inside are suffocating

in a pile of their own shit

my arms are broken wings

and their featherless forms are useless

I am a child

and yet I am always seething with rage

I am a child

And yet I look at what I'm eating and wonder if I'm slowly poisoning myself

I am a child

I feel like this sometimes as if I am all alone but surrounded by moving bodies filled with heat fake smiles on plastic faces