Faces Melting

-Faces Melting-
by
Keaton Foster



The other day
While I was on my way
Where, who cares
Why, who knows
I was just going
I was just doing
Walking in a world that I am
Increasingly uncomfortable with
Blurry people came into focus
I stopped and I waited
I looked all around
Observing every possible detail
All that I could see
Was something unbelieved
Something that would take
All of my imaginable strength
Not to run and flee from
Something that I alone
Was certainly meant to see
Because I know that if anyone else
Within the slightest proximity
Was seeing what I was seeing
Then they would have been screaming
At first I said nothing
At first I did not move
I simply refused
The longer I stared
The more I began to fear
I was so unsure
It was all so unclear
The people within a scream
All looked somehow horrific
Frightening metamorphic
Piles of walking flesh
Theirs faces
Every damn one of them
Melting
Falling off their bones
Exposing their souls
It was as if I was looking into
Terrifying movable pits
Of obliterated darkness
It was if I was seeing something
That no other being was capable of
There I stood and watched
I just marveled at the madness
Both theirs and certainly mine
Observation has always been a gift
I can see things that others don’t
I can take pictures with my mind
Detailed to the enth degree
Pictures that regardless of time
I can pull back up and draw from
Pictures that a lifetime later
Still clutter the rafters of my mind
I often refer to it as my very own
Rolodex of photophasmatic ideas
Morphable images of change
Pliable concepts taken from everyday life
Made into something I can deal with
Made into something I can express
But I must admit that what
Was seen the other day
By me and my over indulged mind
Was beyond all that I am comfortable with
What could be meant by faces melting
Such a question will require an answer
Because such a vision meant something
More powerful than can be
At this time determined by me…


Faces Melting
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013