A myopic moon glared dolefully.

The silver beams evolved

into a yellow unclean hue

and I bathed in the tainted light.

The grass morphed into razor blades

as I lay

like a fakir on nails

afraid to move

for the pain.

I felt the pulse of the universe.

I watched a falling star

and I knew it was me.

My wonderland fell underground.

A glass paper breeze scoured my skin

peeling away layers of ego

until my flesh lay

black in the moonlit strobe.

The stars became ravens

and feasted on my rancid wounds

while my white bones gestured

to heaven.

The sun rose

I turned to ash

and fell between the cracks

of dried, hard mud.