the frozen
ache in being
a romantic
nihilist
yearning
for those things
in which i poison

a masochist
cutting deeper
in order to
feel
cutting deeper
to bleed
semipoetically
by casting an
infinityofugliness
from my cancerous
soul

i don’t
recognize
my own
deflection
scowling
at me from
the mirror
just an
addict
desperate
foranother
hit