Dissociating

I watch the light

leak through the cracks of flesh walls.

I cannot contain it

and I cannot find more.

I am the vessel of darkness,

it's steward,

curator.

It is the museum I visit

with no placards to explain the awful black voids

where art should hang.

I don't want to visit the museum anymore.

I don't want to keep paying with my life.

I should burn it down...

let the fire be my light

and the ashes

my masterpiece.