She reaches up with twisted hands
And wicked claws, glinting sharply.
She reaches up and
……………………………………………….rips it off,
Straight down the soft mouth like a sleeve.
Off, off with the foul human suit—
Putrid flesh sewn with guilt and sorrow,
Tender pen of venomous rage
That hisses inside and spews forth.
Crumple to the dirt in a heap.
Writhe and squelch in the slime, creature,
And riprriip away the false face.
Out of the skin slides a shadow;
……………………………Obscure, languorous body
……….Built of malice.
No eyes lie in these vacant sockets.
No lips withhold this fetid breath.
This body is not a body—
Stand and gaze at the lapping shore
That does not contaminate me,
That is not meant for me.
A dreamed illusion of greater
Fundamental reality.
I dive
…………down
into the glittering lake,
…….into the Nothing.
