alter ego




alter ego

my face shivers at my sight,

my eyelids rub like sandpaper.

my nose has gone mad, lost it’s sense;

my lips tremble, observing the damage.

my eye-bags are wine-colored,

inebriated on euphoria now decayed into

a ringing migraine that took its sweet time

to wake me up this morning.

¿ʇɥƃᴉu ʇsɐl pǝuǝddɐɥ ʇɐɥʍ?








 

poetry: dynamik.muse

visual: Bradley Cloete