compulsatory movements

Burn my fucking soul already.I abide to terminal delude of souls coiling into me.Demanding words to describe the nothingness of my mind.I don't think in words, so I slaughter the english language as I try.This morning, staring threw my reflection, in the dark subwaycar window, repulsed by my appearance.I saw from outside in, a cyanosis riddled woman, pale, naked curled up & pressed against the door window. sort of floating there inside the subway car, black hair flowing, very peaceful, strikingly beautiful. A cyanotic tone about everything.My depth of field shifted into my reflection again,my face had become a majestic catlike human hybrid, an essence of me in a parallel world, I suppose.