riddle me this one, bitch

i saw your face in stark hypnagogic clarity
its sharpness cut me

your facial topography a patchwork quilt
glued instead of sewn,
opposing materials combusted before my eyes
and i saw your face melt, smoke,
disfigure.
around your eyes: loose silk
and frayed holes where your eyes should be.
your empty head swayed in a non-existent wind.
your disgusting beauty unsettled me.

in the short pseudo-dream/reality
everything was as it should be.
in the infinitesimal fraction of a second
before my eyelids spoke "raise the curtain"
you wanted desperately to kiss me

and i, you.

its funny how opposite spectrum our cochlear fluids are now.
but i wonder if
in the fleeting seconds before you drift
i wonder,
if you ache?
because i do, now, all the time.

i'm just waiting for everything to end.