Stitched together
I am a bleak entity
Monstrosity that lurks under the cells
Of my skin
Beautiful
Serrated
Grotesque
Looped images of my mind
Over and over again
Pieces of childhood glory-----
Fastforward
To the adolescence emptiness
Skip to the part
Where I
LET GO.
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Where I wore a deception of faith
In a triumph mask.

Oh, something wicked did come
This way.

It still scratches at my back and throat
When I stand too still.

I am afraid of being wrong
I am afraid of being right.
I am afraid of unraveling.

Afraid of letting color eradicate
The Black and white little world
I cling to.
I cling to selfish and vain and pretty things.
I keep them holy, even whilst on my knees.

We are left as simple creatures
Pieces of discarded refuge put together again and again and againandagainandagainandagain
I want to be separated by stone and skin
Further from color and life
Than ever before.
And this pleases my irises more than your lips ever did.

I keep my skin and cells stitched together
By the things I seetouchtastefeel
Instead of by the thing that loves me still.

03/21/2007

Posted on 03/22/2007
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