My expression looks tauntingly back at me
my eyes reflected in the mirror stare desperately
the body
Cocooned in layers upon layers upon layers
Layers that build me and strip away,
The color in my eyes
In those eyes that stare strongly with knives
Skinning me alive
My hands grip and grope
Pulling feverishly at my skin
Skin that pools around me
And fills my hands
the muscles that fall along my face
Drooping and sagging
Dripping, like tears upon the cheek
This wretched body that holds me down
Legs that waste my potential
And I'm falling, writhing away
My sap sucked dry by the sun
Then I'm barren
And shrunk like dried fruit on a floor
YOU ARE READING
Scattered
PoetryThis is some of my creative writing. It's a collection a poems I hope you enjoy. Please vote and share your thoughts!
