Held A Cannibal

In the morning my head bobbed at the ceiling,
the screen dulled and colorless
like the film of gray playing
behind my lids.

Then I drank down something green.

Slimed.

In front of the same damn screen,
I saw her hanging
just the way I did in my sleep.

Head tilted to the left,
limp arms,
toes pointed
to hell.

She melted into my can,
green slime,
and I drank it down
till the bottom of the can tipped
to the ceiling I was bobbing at.

I knew her name once,
before I swallowed her.