Hideout.

I have run away from myself

More times than I can count

Last time I found a dead man

And crawled inside his skin

Replaced his dusty bones

With mine all jangly and white

Left his rotting organs

By the side of the road

And replaced them

With a second-hand batch

Somewhat scratched and used

Scooped out his brain

From its baked dry pan

And put mine inside

Like a warm runny egg

Now I walk around town

Saying hello to people

He might have known

Mouthing words he might have said

Living in a house he called his own

Though it makes no difference

I still shake on the inside

I still can’t sleep

I am still haunted

By the things I have done

Though this face in the mirror

Is unfamiliar

I am not fooling anyone

I am still me on the inside

Proving you can hide

But you can’t run

 

 

© shaun patrick green 2022