Journal

ExoNormal 

You can’t touch me

Talk to meWake me up.

You can’t get through to me

Because I am empty inside

And all you see is a shell.

A crispy exoskeleton

With hinged moveable parts

And a battery inside

That gives me a life-light in my eyes.

There is no me.

Egg I am a shell

Of who I am supposed to be

A shell

Painted on prettied up

Eggshell smile

Eggshell eyes

Eggshell earsInside

Black rancid rotting

I cannot stand the smell of myself

The slimy feel of myself

Rotten egg rotten egg

Rotten me

Retrospect 

Where were you?

Where were you

When I was being killed?

Where were you

When I was flailing

At the surface of some

Big black sticky lake,

Drowning sucking black goopInto myself

Until I was full of it

Where were you

When I was laid to rest?

You never even brought flowers

To my funeral.