Excoriation

My head is a cavernous wasteland
Filled with the guano of the past.
Reverberations of her venomous words
Thunder from side to side.
Her stalactitic spears penetrate
My emotional defenses
More effectively than the flitting bat's radar
Penetrates the darkness -
Avoiding the stalagmites
Formed by the melting away
Of my calcerious life -
     The bones of my reality -
          The ashes of my sanity -
               The aragonitic me.