I
feel
sick
and
I shudder.

Vomit-fulls of thought spew out of my eyes.

They
are
wide
open.

And yet,
even
without
the nothingness of the dark,
I see the uncleanliness before me
and tears
stream out
of every surface of my skin.

I cannot
cover
my face,
And scrub
my body.

The dirt
seeped through,
I smell
the wetness
And the lascivious tongue breathing fire.

And rip to shreds the flesh that cloaks the carcase of my thoughts.

I
am
sick!

And vomit
cloaks
the tears
that cloak
the fury
that cloaks
my eyes.

I smell
the wetness.
I smell
the lascivious tongue.

I sense
the stench before my nostrils
And the odour
across my body
And the sound
of dripping
in my ear
And the clamp
around my chest.

I
am
sick!


---Jib, Chiclayo, Peru, 27 Jul 2000