Cafuné

Sometimes I wish I could read minds

 

I want to peel back their skin

 

Cracking open the skull

 

To read white squishy tangled ropes of a person

 

Pieces of them all packed up

 

In a perfectly shaped box

 

I want to pluck a rope

 

Pulling it from its place

 

Picking apart the strings of their minds

 

To reveal parts of themselves

 

I want to pull strands

 

Thru my fingers like hair

 

Every piece a memory

 

All connected thru action

 

Reading minds should feel like braille

 

Soft moments slide under fingertips

 

Mistakes, sharp, drawing blood

 

After I’m done with the peeling, cracking, picking

 

To look down at my hands

 

And see the life of a man

 

How easy it would be to walk towards

 

When I could see the mush that makes them up

 

Staining my hands

 

How easy would it be to touch

 

When I had already cradled their most precious parts of self

 

But what reason would they have to walk towards me

 

Touch me

 

When their hands where clean and mine dripped

 

With the ugliest scraps of themselves

 

Reviews

[PaintedBirdy]

you are the beautiful thing.

nevermind society

you are the beautiful thing. just trust me. you are what everyone wants to be.