Into the New

Into the New

A Poem by NymphetamineDame
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Sort of a transition poem.

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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?

© 2014 NymphetamineDame


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An inevitably painful descriptive narrative piece, but compelling and comprehensive writing.
It almost leeringly, graphically, clinically works through its torturous imagining with a kind of ominous, portentous gravity of meaning. Although not 'conventionally' poetic in style, there are many poetic elements which qualify it to the genre. The message it infers alone is poetically substantial, and says an awful lot more about the 'human condition' than many more lyrical works that one encounters. I strongly believe that poetry should 'say' something, teach us something, make us look at the world and life in a different way - so this poem is enriching to me on that level itself.
A fascinatingly repellent piece of work: something you feel compulsively magnetising, like being unable to resist slowing down to get a closer look at a car crash.


Posted 9 Years Ago


NymphetamineDame

9 Years Ago

Oh wow, thank you for the review. I very much appreciate such a thorough and thoughtful response, es.. read more
Devons

9 Years Ago

Yes, I can imagine - but you translated that into something meaningful.
What a veiled darkness flows through your transformation. It reminded me of The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, this hideous awakening as you look into your own fragmented reflection and gnaw away at your external form, seeking what remains of you. xo

Posted 9 Years Ago


NymphetamineDame

9 Years Ago

Let me tell you, there is not a whole hell of a lot left.

Especially during this peri.. read more
Echoes of Eros

9 Years Ago

Sometimes the whole earth of you must be torn away in order to find the seed that remains. And a tho.. read more
NymphetamineDame

9 Years Ago

Such a beautiful way of putting it.
I love your writing , I really do

Posted 9 Years Ago


NymphetamineDame

9 Years Ago

Thank you thank you. :)
THIS IS AMAZING !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


NymphetamineDame

10 Years Ago

Thank you!
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JC
horrifying clawing rage frustration! is erotic in a way too, awesome work!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wicked yet passionate words your pen has bled. Awesome imagery. Great work

Posted 10 Years Ago


NymphetamineDame

10 Years Ago

Thank you!
Such morbid imagery deserves high praise. Your words cut so deep my eyes bled, we all look the same under cosmetics and flesh

Posted 10 Years Ago


NymphetamineDame

10 Years Ago


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NymphetamineDame

New Brunswick, Canada



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