Dogwood Winter

Milliseconds from oblivion In the hour of disarray A chasmic bliss, a single Cycloptic impossible eye Staring from the void With livid excitement A sense of weightlessness Freezing to death in an Abandoned womb A helpless cocoon, for an Agonizing metamorphosis A straight jacket made from identity One furious eye, caged in flesh Twitching free unsuccessfully A painful fissure in a cancerous tissue A filthy colossus, a bleachmonger And a burst of foul gas erupting from an open wound Watched, Stalked, Objectified, Despoiled One furious eye caged in flesh Dogwood Winter