Bathroom Floor Next To Toilet
It goes this way sometimes.
You wake up semi-blind
with fungal toenail dust
coating your tongue and sties
in both eyes that did not exist
before, and the coiling
and recoiling miles of intestines
stuffed in your abdomen
like so many sausages past
their expiry date, turning green
and gray and a gray-green
perfectly balanced. Luckily
we don’t fetishize guns
in my country, otherwise,
well otherwise, a bullet
to the temple would be
a small and tender mercy.
Better than this rusty anvil
rotting in my aching skull,
pulling all my teeth out
of their gums and stretching
my nostrils as wide as my mouth.
Then it happens, the cataract
like effect both beautiful
and leg-weakening.
And thus one surrenders
to the cool of a rim, ceramic
and white and lovely,
no matter, no matter
what went on before this
moment, it’s like being hugged,
it’s like being loved.
Horror Sleaze Trash 