Poetry archive from the mental hospital

Starvation year III

I seek to disintegrate
Like a sculptor, I carve my body
I dig my fingers into its clay
And they emerge drenched in blood
Who knew these limbs were glass?

Transparent, fragile, shattered

My body pretends its a kaleidoscope
And forces me to stare at the stars
That dance at great heights and tease my insignificance
I am only a shadow beneath their brilliance.