I swim naked across the granite stage.
Snide and satanic
steam scribing its slander on the mirrors above.
I am dehydrated.
That vanity is my anchor
as I sweat self-destruction.
In that sweltering sea
screaming ‘save me from me.’
My kingdom, my temple –
scalding it shrivels about its axis.
Those shimmering bathroom stones
and simmering sacrificial ashes