Closed Casket

Last night I saw you at the laundromat. You pretended not to notice
Your skin looks like porcelain or glass. I want to smell your hair
Nauseated, sick, brain and thoughts turn foul. I can't even look and I tried, not to care

Bristled and burning, locked jaw and fevered blood. Stiffened gait and swallowed tongue. I can't even remember what brought me here. Arched back. Swollen throat. Heart ablaze. I forgot my coat

Smashing clocks. Burning curtains. Bedsheets soaked in gasoline. A closed casket heart. Inert. Sterilized. Comatose. Days once bathed in sunlight all went cold.. All of the warmth is gone. The trees are all dying, the leaves all withered. That river bed is dry. Everything now is gray and pale. The crows have long since gathered. I haven't eaten in days