The Headless Figure
by Gerardo Dominguez
I remember the bits
but not the pieces,
my already fragile psyche
attacked,
by the masochistic tendencies
in my self induced poison,
indulging
my already low state of self,
as the stars come crashing down tonight:
The sky has fallen
all around me once again,
but there's no one left to listen,
and even I don't believe my own words,
so it is my belief
that the body truly needs the mind,
unfortunately,
that's something I'm still trying to find.
