Optical Mouth

i’ve burnt every memory onto dollar store cd-rs and around my body built walls like snake skin into an upright coffin.

my face reflects on every side blue and purple and doughnut-holed staring back at every angle.

in here iam deprived of everything but myself. i’m in love with false narratives and dead dreams staring back at me perfectly preserved but irrationally written.

to molt: i cut the corners of my mouth and slide each disc in scratching lines of mis-perception with my teeth on top and bottom.

my stomach, sick with corrupted checksums, waits to regurgitate lossy thoughts again tomorrow.