I slip into the shower sessions
It's seeping seductively into my skin
The water attacks my skull
And I bore around it something deeper,
It melts my face, the satisfaction
As eyelashes droop and spit
More of this rancid galactic acid,
The constellations and depressions
The pale skin, I become ghost
I sift into the steam stealthily
Sending no information
Of the obscurity I once was
The tragic past collides with
No hope for a happy ending
But I am rendered unknown
Anonymous to the fragilities
I conceal the bluish blood
An alien no doubt
I am strong
I lack humanity.
I touch my reflection,
It leaves a sharp line of sincerity
Leaving cold coughs on my fingertips
In this I see none, I see nobody
I don't know how much I love it
YOU ARE READING
What He Told Me. Poetry
PuisiI was told to share what I write by a guy. This is what I've done. Some of this is dark. Some of this is the inner workings of what is happening in my life. Im sorry for making you read this
