I Reptile

Lonely in a pit of glass.

Rolling around on the shards.

Cuts heal and adopt the crushed sharps as part of my anatomy.

Slices open and fester;then ultimately close up.

Perpetually Infected and scarred.

The abrasions change daily.

My blood through the prism creates a rainbow of gore.

An unforgettable splash of scattered wicked tones.

Don’t touch me.

My sores are not to be tended to.

My scales will leave you deeply wounded as I turn away.

The sight will create fleshy scars that will remain uneasy talking points to explain.

My image: Trauma imprinted on that crystal ball hiding all your life shaping memories.

I am certain my blood is now cold.

I have transformed.

I am reptile