APPARITION

I scream as I go. Elegant.
Pavement, my bloodflecked ankles, click, scrape, clack, scump, body is greedy.
Every time you turn around I chip at my face knowing only this:
I will not touch you now.

When my feet bleed like this they can follow me anywhere.
As usual, it's killing me: Where does he go when it rains?
I have been sensitized to darkness, morning and night.
Find me standing at your roadside, looking up and looking down,
Humming life, life, life.

Down the hall rattle your chains, clink clinky clink.
Am I supposed to trust you now that I keep coming out of my body?
You must be hooked.

My skin, my hair hurts. I am getting sick again.
Your blue lying light is out.
Am I supposed to trust you now,
Even when so much of you is missing?