Wrapped in Trembling Skin

Wrapped in trembling skin,

my throbbing nerves

synapse

to chaos, pain, and pleasure

permeation of

sensation.

Fear or joy

compounds

the fall of day.

Night

fills my eyes

light fails.

Clouds

pile high, tear

to tatters, shred

vapors scudding over

grey hills.

There

I see
my self-

made

hell.