Terrified

I believe that I am
a very

s_tar_tle_d

human being,
filled with erratic
large and small

_{thoughts,
fears, masticated dreams}

all the while parts of myself
that seem like crowds of
strangers flood
the center of me.

I'm afraid of myself,
because

I don't know
anymore what
is moving
beneath this layer of
shedding flesh,

What is breathing
behind these
smooth tanks
filled with air,

What sees behind
these iris windows.

I'm listening to the thoughts
of someone

whose name eludes me.