So……..I am working on a poetry collection. Which means that I have to learn how to art in a way that feels authentic to me as well as accumulate enough material to compile a collection. So I might be a little MIA for a bit again. BUT, I do have a sample of what will be in it so, without further adont
The Love of being reduced to body parts
I would cut out my vagine if I could
Pay to have is shoved up your body
Hopefully it doesn’t inject any of my body dysmorphia into you
Hopefully the trauma it’s survived
Doesn’t give you a complex as well.
Jokes, sure.
But that doesn’t mean much when
I can pull the threats you placed in front of me
From that most coveted space
If I could, I would rip my throat from my body
So that you may have unbridled use of my voice.
It’s not like I’m using it anyway,
Since fear of saying any wrong thing
Has me in a state of paralysis
Causing cobwebs to form around it.
Sure, I should speak up more
Or learn to sing again
But, truly, who wants to hear that
Without provocation?
Had there been a way
To crack my skull
And gift you with my brain,
It would be yours.
Beware of the 3AM thoughts
The Perish and Prosper tug of war
Pay no mind to the voices
Apart from the shouting
Insisting that your life will amount to nothing
The mind is prime real estate
The breast, the ass
The too thick arms, legs, neck and face
The rotting flesh that I call armour
With affection.
Sure, it makes me look fat
Menacing,
Invites ridicule
Let’s everyone know that I am a subpar human unworthy of life or decency or respect or even the tiniest bit of affection-
But it gives great hugs
I will give you most of me
All that I ask, the only thing I want in this transaction called living
I want to keep my soul
The thing that’s a sucker for the minor key
That is fascinated by the darkness in all things
That part that worships the moon
That is filled with macabre whimsy and terrifying wonder
That horrifying, bloodsoaked center
Leave that for me