How often

Have you found a mirror in your dreams

& looked upon own visage

If you have

Has it been beautiful?

I found a mirror

I looked upon myself

I found decay

A different kind of beauty

Even as I watched

Looked

Really saw

The face this physical vessel wears

Crumbled before me

Holes tearing through cheeks

Jaw disintegrating

The cartilage of my nose disappearing

Before my eyes

Flesh sloughing off of bone

A consciousness reminding me

That decay exists

As an extant form of life;

Mutilation by Microorganisms

Massive in their craft,

& my only thought,

Looking upon

That which the human mind

Would consider

Grotesque

Terrifying

Was,

This is fixable.

This is fine.