Flesh

Flesh

A Poem by _mal

Deep
I gave myself a fright today, it
Didn’t hurt that bad
I have no feelings anyway but
All that blood
Leaking from my aching

Limb makes me

Chew my tongue over the

Sheets, pyjama pants that get
Washed too often

By someone that would notice

And be hurt by the outlines of

A bandage

Bright red stains all

Impossible

to get completely clean.

Me

I lie in the dark all day
Steel boned, they’re heavy
Weighing down the flesh
Protecting me from mattress

Springs, old music blaring protecting

Me from the voices all around

That set off the voices in my head.

 

And later I get up

Glide out to the kitchen, suck

Another cigarette down my swollen

Throat and stare blankly

At the fridge light, yellow

Like my fingers like

The fat I saw beneath my skin today

I shut that door again

And wonder why I feel

Nothing at all

© 2013 _mal


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I feel a sadness within, a reaching out, only to find no one home.......and deep inside you're screaming...help me, love me....but there is no one to care.......

Posted 11 Years Ago


"And later I get up

Glide out to the kitchen, suck

Another cigarette down my swollen

Throat and stare blankly"

powerful stuff...think i need me a whisky


Posted 11 Years Ago


a very strong and thought provoking read... I feel kinda hurt inside seeing how your thoughts reflect pain.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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. reading these moving and true words again ...
. rediscovering truths that you express so uniquely and poetically ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Great rhythm and flow behind this, and strangley captivating. A bleak, depressing work that works perfectly. Poetry isn't just about puppies and flowers. A cracking read. I look forward to reading more

Posted 12 Years Ago


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brilliantly written
there's too much
to deal with
and the exhaustion
is just too much
sometimes

Posted 12 Years Ago


Your rhythm is so strangely attractive. I usually like an easy, flowing piece, but this gives it an edge of... not insanity, but maybe anxiety.
"Another cigarette down my swollen
Throat"
and it just makes me want one more :P

Posted 13 Years Ago


the flow is so weirdly refreshing...the use of a single word to sort of start another idea...This is definitely a good read

Posted 13 Years Ago


This really does take me through your day. So much to think about.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on April 4, 2011
Last Updated on July 5, 2013
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