wake into it

the dream shatters into my day

with all its fear and self-recrimination

slicing deeply into all I believe

I rip at the flesh on my face

to peel like leeches the horrors

of what I’ve done to myself

my screams’ echoes reverberate

off the fragments of my bones
towards time’s hot beginnings

(from a work in progress: “Arcana,” IXswords, January 6, 2014)