This inert creature gnaws
guilt into my guiltlessness,
gives awareness to machines,
makes hope and cannibalizes
hope. It marks my face and
erases my face with time.
Forgetting and remembering
the color of my edited
glimpse of cacophonous dragons
drinking what?, deep down where
it hurts most,
it slowly roves over my eyes
with its own.
While it never means danger,
it always remembers with me
the times when I
was most afraid.