Too close

Brown laced with black small
stripes and spots contained
thin dark ring the colour shrinks the more I stare
at it a colour that shines been told it’s pretty beneath
that a delicate orange, lighter
depending on the angle beneath
that Nothing, maybe white maybe
feeling may be just a space to fill
That pupil void a worry black reflecting
empty searching tilting maybe
that’s where human is darkness growing until
I’m watching back glancing down the mirror
    this face is wrong
body so alien and long the closer
we get the more ugly I see empty
eyes pretending scars are purple worms and
slugs running hip to tit a
freckle. Down, down to legs spread
apart ankles together sneaking fat around the
sides. A cut just starting to come together
stop shining back at me white
under layer getting thicker further on
like it hurt liar this body is
telling stories. Pretending it is full and occupied
today
these hands aren’t mine. I’ll close those eyes and echo
practised answers 

Reviews

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. oh, this is just beautiful ... moving and skillful ... i know this feeling so well ... but i couldn't have expressed it as precisely and poetically in a million years ... and the last eight lines ... are especially brilliant ... profound and powerful ... you own your art ... and inspire ...

[WilliamDagursson]

Completely genius. The feeling of detachment from everything, from the body, from the mind, from the concept of self, everything. It's overwhelming. It's like a concept sketch or an abstract painting, in poem form... The real intent and feeling is buried in aesthetic flow.

[Jack]

a very exceptional piece; really outstanding, and so beautifully written.

[Joe Shetina]

So glad you shared this with me. Love the breaks in sentences. A lot of people don't, but I feel it creates punctuation and rhythm to the words when they need it most.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice work. The imagery is palpable.