Inside

Ashtray-arm raises.

Welts and questions.

Identifying marks, officer?
Just look and see to
remember.

Serve me up for my dinner:
carved to perfection,
every wound a cleansing
libation of blood.
An offering of myself to
myself.

Why ask why? All
answers would mystify.
Body a ruin in your eyes;
a rune covered temple in mine.

Your world is invisible
to my senses
for my world lies
behind my eyelids.

Is this the core of madness?

I know.

I know.

I know.