Alkaline

As faces crept in from the room next door to my eyes I let a razor race swiftly down my armless body towards the clays of hell Blink to separate desecration from pain Toward the clays of hell the acrid tears and razors race The faces become more defined as the scent of my sweat and vomit draws them nearer Blink to separate desecration from pain Blink to separate the face from the name Another flash Another face Blink once for the pills Blink twice for the shame In the eyes of the canary these faces (remain)