It feels like
Someone
Shaved my skin off
Then poured
Rubbing alcohol on it
Then set it on fire,
Then
Put the flames out
With 16 grid sandpaper.
So I'm here
Staring at perfection
Heath looking skin.
But feeling like everything
Is wrong.
The air hurts.
No one breathe.
No one move.
No one talk.
Stop staring at me.
Looking hurts.
Being hurts.
The cold hurts.
Warmth hurts.
Please
Don't let my
Clothes
Touch it.
Please.
What? No!
Why, in the fuck,
Would I waste
My time
My limited energy
Faking pain?!
Don't.
Don't give me that
LOOK.
I'd rather fake...
Laugh,
Orgasm,
Flowers,
Teeth,
Death.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryIn this very book lies poetry that I will never get over. I how you enjoy reading these lovely poems as much as I do.
