this skin
feels like it belongs
to another
itchy
off putting
a costume rendition
of another
being
carefully placed
over
an all consuming
ball
of doubt

this face
stares back
through shattered glass
to reflect
a thousand broken
images
ranging
through a rainbow
of insipid lies
in the guise
of emotional
incongruence

i speak
his lips mimic
mine own
with a savage smirk
that drips
malice
sarcasm
purposeful misunderstanding mocking the effort
needed
to face
the gray day
of misanthropic
remorse

who are you
i whisper softly
only
for this flesh golem
to utter
the same phrase
with an undertone
of uncaring
simmering
simpering
to the scarred nubs
of cartilage
hanging loosely
to the sides

who are you
the skin hangs
like fleshy curtains
shapeless
over the cracked bone
in skulllike
metamorphosis
bits of ivory
calcified crags
hollow
like the skeletal leaving
of birds

who are you