Chester Travis

There's a mouth on the ground,
Out of breath, out of sound.
There it lies in wait for a face,
Strung out on lipgloss and toothpaste.

There are eyes on the floor,
Eyelid ruins attatched no more.
Vacant stare, too sad to sleep,
All dried out, too tired to weep.

My face is falling apart,
It's been days since human interaction.
My lips to lonely to part,
Other features to perform any other action.

There's a nose......