reverse

you are made of liquid
boiling liquid
liquid with bubbles and
infested with salt, sugar
or other additives.
pins poke your back
mere paper creates
senses you cannot ignore,
senses you've never felt
before.
lips that swim with fishes
tingle and
deviate.
you lick them to moisten,
but nothing changes.
they still vibrate as if
alive.
and they are.
the mind is clouded
moving as if in a dance,
en pointe
or whatever other position
it could be in.

you are confused
but fully aware.
eye close on their own
giggles emit from
unwilling mouths
and smiles blossom
on apathetic faces.

the apocalypse
never seemed so
wonderful