Finding MeA Poem by Soma-koPoem.
I rip into my chest, my nails
claw deeper and deeper, blood and blood, blue strings pour out as I dig deeper, as I tear into myself trying to find something, anything, something to grab onto, the strings just keep falling out, blood, yarn, ribbons, dribble down my chest, my eyes grip my heart, grip my fingers, my nails that shred my soul’s skin, that frantically screams into my eyes, into my nails, wet from all the cyan strings, the dull chords that I’ve forced into me, but never made the sounds I wanted it to. Deeper and deeper I go, I tear everything to bits, tear all the pieces that make me, me the paper mache that people have created by pasting a piece of themselves onto me, one at a time, laughing, passing me, laughing, talking, laughing, one piece at a time. So I rip and I tear, and I breathe flames so that I can burn through the rage that they’ve stuffed into me, that they’ve stuck onto my skin. I become less, and less, more and more of me, less and less of the world, more and more of what I am, more or less nothing. Less or more human. Layers of layers litter the world, the world my trashcan, the world my enemy, the world is not human, but we are it. So I scream, and I laugh, as my chest caves in, as my chest becomes more shallow with each rip, with each damn nail full of dirt, until I finally feel pain, until I can finally see my blood, red. © 2016 Soma-koAuthor's Note
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Added on September 14, 2016 Last Updated on September 14, 2016 AuthorSoma-koNYAboutPlease, if you want me to read your piece I beg you to send me a read request, because lately I've been more focused on studying and cramming in a few hours of relaxation, so writing and reading i.. more..Writing
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