Green irises remain fixated in a state of obscene envy. Glassy and glaring, they stare motionless and resentful. Absorbing the coveted details they'll never see when they look into themselves.
Category: My Poetry
We're here, you and me, two miniscule anomalies. Created through chance and brought together by luck.
Like a loose thread on your favorite sweater you unraveled me. Nonchalantly picking, pulling, and tugging at me... Until I was left nothing but a tangled mess.
My skin is selfish, scarred, and flawed... My skin has become a facade. A facade hiding and dampening the most organic parts of me... Parts I want seen... Parts I want felt... But my punishment has been dealt. Dealt with deliberate destruction, signed by my hands for reduction. So cut it off for it's been hellish... As my skin has been so selfish.
It's just a powder... White Pressed and covered in an enteric-coated shell... Altering my mind while chemically convincing me I'm well. Branded to fix all the dopamine and serotonin... In lieu of my over-indulgence of caffeine and melatonin. Side effects may include suicidal thoughts and/or actions... But misery also holds a certain level of attraction.
Heat radiates through the gap separating our bodies... Penetrating and prickling my skin in waves of uninterrupted static through too-thin fabric. The warmth travels unabated as it seeps and spreads from your flesh up into my chest... My body now hot as I try to catch my breath.
My lungs stiffen as the air is snatched away. They lay stagnant... silently screaming together in unison... revoked of oxygen and desperate to expand. Relaxing in finality when hope is deemed useless... and the suffocation is too much to withstand.
Pungent and lingering deep within the nose... Clinging to the room and the threads of my clothes. Seeping from the body, hot sweat, and stale breath... Drifts the sour acrid scents behind every death.
You must be logged in to post a comment.