Wunder

Staring into the obliteration of my mirror, wondering if the invasion was viral, chemical, neurological; not caring that it is exponential, dehydrating, consuming, and all.  Dr. Caligari!  Dr. Caligari!  Let me through the glass! I’m Pounding my wrists to get your damned attention!  Don't you see the raw-red gaping scream in my blank stare?  Don't you feel the firey pig-bath hatred used to pull at you as I give my best spider man/wonder woman, pulling/deflecting golem, the sharpness of reflection  my soul?  I hold it together with my web-sheild that holds neither description hostage, but gets me through my day.  The sharp bolt through my skull is momentary folding memory, overlapping melody, a backward record-gong.  Skin holds in screaming, no bugs -no reason.  So many reasons.  Damn you!  I hate you!  Cowardice!  Possibility! "Wonderland" is gone!