Wednesday 1 April 2015

Eyes, Unblinking

So raw, I might as well peel off my skin
12" slice along the inside of my forearm
Pull back the flesh, expose the red

Cutters must cut because they forget
What does physical pain feel like?
Disbelieving that it can even be felt

Staring until my eyes dry out
Lids can't close over spheres of crumpled paper
Nothing to look at, nothing to hope for

Crash, in slow motion

CS, 2015

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