Anatomy of Failure

Picture by Foul Apparatus
The desire coagulated into an act of will.How did this happen?What's the source of this jolt of vitalityas frenzied as a clump of cancerous cells? It was as unexpected as a slick, black sealondulating through the desert. I sliced the clot with my scalpel; From it oozed the cloudy urine of a blind beggar, the laughter of a mad clown, the acrid sweat of Sisyphus, and the milk of a zombie's eyeball. I wasn't built for success. But, on the bright side, On the path between paralysis and mummification, Between anemic wisdom and chronic illness, I managed to become a doctor performing his own autopsy.