12/Nov/20: backward steps
(Gore warning!)
I don't want it to be a year
I want to go backwards
Turn the world inside out
So I can change its organs
Fray the veins in my teeth
As I sob on its guts
Hurt it. HURT it.
The arteries twist until they burst
The liquids sluice down my ankles
My backbone my wrists my temples
I stamp on its bones the fractures
Leave splinters in my soles
Hurt it. HURT it.
And it screams
It cries
The gyrating sound pressing
Against my eardrums my sanity
I throw jugs of alcohol over the mess
And light it with the embers of a cigarette
It smells
Hurt it. Please stop hurting it.
It is twitching and shredding
It tries to move but pieces fall away
It wants to get away
Only I can't touch the world like it has me
I can't feel its body I can't give it my pain
So the burned bruised ulcered body
Is mine
And the world looks and steps over it
Then the world does something cruel
Something hideous
It gives me a plaster and someone to administer it
The world turns my the right way around
And strokes my head kindly
It whispers
Keep going
YOU ARE READING
Am I 'Absolute'?
ŞiirMostly poems and art, some quotes and short stories. Not everything is an original of mine, so if it isn't I will state so on the page. 😊 Also: Helloooo! Oh my gosh! #1 in original poems!!
