reality shifting with the full moon

Too old for it to be schizophrenia

             though entirely possible with my genes-

Yet my heartache for her could only

be taunting visions, hallucinations,

tormenting my tattered mind.

Again, alone in silent fight

[visions be damned]

my demon just her sweet

pinkie toe in my mouth.

This little piggy went crazy 

              wee wee wee 

              all the way to my home

              to her grave

              I must go.

my haunted tongue can barely speak.