Like an awkward coyote trying to read
a map, taunted by crows jeering from the gallery,
panic, if only I brought the right map.
My skin burns through disparaging shivers
of humiliation, self-loathing and embarrassing
premonitions of the price I have to pay.
Life sucked out of me by a swarm
of blood sucking mosquitoes left an itchy bag of bones,
how can I forget disparaging memories?
Muted by everything I wanted to say,
emotional fires burn out in the smouldering