Morbidity (Not For The Squeamish) Poem by Jay W. Allen

my blood on the floor
a knife in my hand
i just woke up

whats that in the sink? ?
is that my teeth?
two molars extracted from my gums

internal bleeding...possibility
eviscerated organs from innocent victims
scattered about

WTF HAPPENED? ?
im in a room
a white room

theres a body in the corner
who is that?
There is no telling

im wearing a shackle chained to the sink
I wish i wasnt in here
im in agony

someone get me out of this place
this morbidity is doing me in
im alone....