Skull

I’ve learned to navigate inside my head

away from stale breath and spineless skin,

multiples of doubt cascade in sheets,

tiptoeing as light streaks inside my brain,

lost in the tangled web of my head

streets paved in aimless silver lining.

Blood trickles from orifices down my face,

knotted fear and anxiety popping like corks,

empty insides building up wrinkled rage.

Smiles flash lightning but not from my lips,

wolf-like predators chew up my brain

following criss-crossed lines of negativity.

Hammered thoughts reverberate inside

my skull swallowing my distant screams

pulverized until nothing’s left but bones.