Visions of Self 2022

On the Table Saw

Vision Statement

Everyone with tentacles stuffed in their mouths.
Those with empty mouths became monsters
They broke my hunched backbone
Kneaded into the shape of a dog
I lay prostrate on the ground and moaned
Steel spikes pierced my chest, my ribs, and my heart was shackled with a shackle engraved with waste
I struggle and twist
Concrete drowns my ears and eyes
Confining my nose and breath
They pick me up
Stroking my neck, my back, my belly
Removing the shackles called waste
I kissed their toes and then I was really a loser