In Sensory Findings

Kick over the right stone,

And yeah, you’ll find a grub.

Writhing and coiling upon itself

Naked but absolved

Subject to every whim of the sun.

Stare into the right eyes

And yeah, you’ll find a story

Hidden, buried in the soul

Pain, suffering, and self worth

A silence worthy of a thousand words

Sit back, Observe every tragedy

And yeah, you’ll find a fairytale

Masquerading mysteriously

Even to its beholder

In the innocence, the essence of children

Tear at these buttons

And yeh, you’ll find an appealing sentiment

Carved into the centre of my chest

Dissimilar text in dissimilar texture

Discoloured and heavily keloided

Collapse the homes of the forlorn

And yeah, you’ll find me

Bloated, bruised and blue

Setting fire to my photographs

And with painted eyes of obsidian

….I can see through everything.