State of Me

Heart pumps,
Angry machinery in a deteriorating factory.
Dusty sump-oil further mocks facades of shiny-newness.

Voices cut.
Jutting, sharp.
Soundwaves, as if frozen hard, lascerate my psyche.

Mind whirls.
Brain examines itself in psychostudy,
Curious child in mirror, transfixed.

Puzzle pieces close as much as they open.