Into the NewA Poem by NymphetamineDameSort of a transition poem.
The folds seem to move easier with encouragement
Ripples form, beginning to rip apart Tug and pull, pinch and lift My very skin is detaching from my hands Rubbing on my thigh reveals the same Taking each index nail, I slice the skin Blood fills and catches in my nails The muscle tissue smiles back at my scowl Displeased and unsurprised, I trudge to a mirror I examine my hand and the skin which seems to be melting away I slice the shape of a square and tug at the skin My square is really more like a triangle Or half a circle I rip the piece clean and peer at the under side of the flesh Too much blood in the way I run the under side of skin upon my tongue and suck it clean Unmoved at the taste I expected flesh to have a much stronger taste My focus is on the mirror again and on my facial structure Squinting, I question who I am seeing within the mirror The image is not clear and seems a distant memory Squinting again, nothing seems familiar, I believe Oh, apart from the eyes I think I have seen those before Placing one hand on each side of my face I feel the looseness The old skin will not connect anymore I dig my nails into my cheeks and they rip through Glaring, I rip abruptly at the left side I am calm about the amount of blood I am detached and move my tongue along the exposed tissue So unimpressed am I, that I place the dead skin in my mouth Chewing profusely, I slash the right cheek, shoving it into my mouth as well I force the skin down, choking to swallow Rivers descend my pale neck, staining it a dark crimson It glistens anew with each jaw movement I pull at my forehead skin and nose, peeling the remaining skin free Throwing it to the floor, I glance at my new face My lips appear fuller Bloodshot eyes stare back at me I open my mouth as wide as I can and feel blood spraying I bite hard at my lower lip and bring it into my mouth I bite at the top, gnawing through it as well My mouth will not shut, pieces of my lips are escaping where they should have caught I rake my long nails down my face, ripping the tissue, muscles and blood vessels Howling with pain, I collapse Torn, ripped apart, soulless, Is this what I am destined to become?
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Added on November 4, 2014Last Updated on November 4, 2014 Tags: transition, for the worse AuthorNymphetamineDameNew Brunswick, CanadaAboutWriting is one of my many passions. I am hoping to use this website more often than I have in the past. Feel free to comment or review my work. I appreciate the time and the consideration. more..Writing
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