nucleus stared me in the eyes
almost imploding on my face
I sat up with a start
turned left, instinctively
piece of charcoal split into splinters
burning ones did cartwheels
bellowing curtains caught fire
when lights came back
I had been sketched into the walls
permanently etched there
my nudity staring at you obscenely
"don't you think death becomes me?"
I needed to get back to this kind of dark poetry. This what I feel comfortable to write. I think I will give love poetry a rest for sometime to come. And posting without editing works best for me.