self expression
i am a rotting corpse
i cannot say or do anything
because i have been
crippled beyond repair
no matter what flowers
are planted around me,
no matter what tombstone
i am given in my honor,
no matter what expression
i wear on my tired face,
there will never be one thing
that expresses how infested
with maggots and mice
my decomposing body
truly is
the ice rink
"come onto the ice!"
she calls, as i
stand in my rental skates
no, i say, it's better out here.
it's warm, it has all i need
"i don't care. get onto
the ice now."
i sob at her tone
growing more and more
cruel, before i
find myself stepping onto
the ice, hearing a crack
under my weight
before i fall through,
into the dark, freezing water
and don't come back up.
stray
food is thrown
at my bony body
and before i
begin to eat
upon what i've been
so malnourished of,
i am begged for it
by another
and i reluctantly
give it to them
i would rather break my heart than yours.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
