It's not okay to look at you
instead of staring directly into your eyes
I'll divert my attention to this eclipse of an apocalypse
spreading bodies under our fingernails
like a second skin.
Maimed through only reflections
with no image in this twisted mirror
and leaves us only with an echo of a memory
finding its way into our veins
like a deadened pulse.
Where are you supposed to go?
When disaster has called your name
and you're trapped, there's no way out this time.
Surprise, I'm the dirt under your nails.