without a doubt

beyond a shadow

there really isn't any reason

rationale

for this state that I am in

metal contacts metal

contacts glass

contacts skin

this could be the start of something sick

and the end of everything

it just seems my thoughts are treasonous

pushing back on me

no face on my reflection

I wonder who she is

despite everything

the visions keep on coming

the ceiling starts to breathe

strive to keep from straying

to bonesdirtwormsleaves

that bitch in the mirrors laughing

I swear,

she really can be very mean

beauty queens are screaming

on a too-bright, too loud TV

stare up to heaven, looking for a sign

these hands are too fuzzy

and out of focus

to be mine

I will cut the empty

out from inside of me

still I have the razor's edge

to dance upon