Wry sense of self

This human suit of flesh and blood no longer serves it purpose.

The crippling fear turning sighs into a howl; with skin too tight,

eyeball crawling out from its socket.

I wonder if you ever saw me in scorching daylight?

Troll-like features, glued together in an order without logic.

Dots and specks of flaming red breaking the symmetry

of feverish yellow hue.

 

 

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