My skin is selfish, scarred, and flawed... My skin has become a facade. A facade hiding and dampening the most organic parts of me... Parts I want seen... Parts I want felt... But my punishment has been dealt. Dealt with deliberate destruction, signed by my hands for reduction. So cut it off for it's been hellish... As my skin has been so selfish.
Skyline
Chemicals
It's just a powder... White Pressed and covered in an enteric-coated shell... Altering my mind to chemically convince me that I'm well. Branded to fix all the dopamine and serotonin... In lieu of my over-indulgence of caffeine and melatonin. Side effects may include suicidal thoughts and/or actions... Yet misery also holds a certain level of attraction.
Bottles
Droplets
Heat
Heat radiates
through the gap
separating our bodies...
Penetrating
and prickling
my skin in waves of
uninterrupted static
through too-thin fabric.
Warmth travels
unabated as it seeps
and spreads
from your flesh
up into my chest...
My body now hot
as I try to catch
my breath.
Graffiti 5
Suffocation
My lungs stiffen as the air is snatched away. They lay stagnant... silently screaming together in unison... revoked of oxygen and desperate to expand. Relaxing in finality when hope is deemed useless... and the suffocation is too much to withstand.
Gone
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