yet i stand again alone and cold
watching
an onslaught of angry wet bullets
pummel my peanut-shaped torso
if every midnight a new ghost
was born to loop again through my day
all my naked peanut-shaped torsos
would be standing here
too
all my red veiny feet burning a hole
through the white ceramic floor
and thousands of the same absent brown eyes
watching
– only a few
seeing
all my fingertips work in sync
rubbing face cream into
millions of layers of sticky skin
as our gurgling stomachs tie themselves into knots
and we record in our dejected minds like abused children
shivering in the corner of our skulls
the sickening feeling of
being both
perpetrator and victim
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
yet i stand again alone and cold
watching
an onslaught of angry wet bullets
pummel my peanut-shaped torso
if every midnight a new ghost
was born to loop again through my day
all my naked peanut-shaped torsos
would be standing here
too
all my red veiny feet burning a hole
through the white ceramic floor
and thousands of the same absent brown eyes
watching
– only a few
seeing
all my fingertips work in sync
rubbing face cream into
millions of layers of sticky skin
as our gurgling stomachs tie themselves into knots
and we record in our dejected minds like abused children
shivering in the corner of our skulls
the sickening feeling of
being both
perpetrator and victim
yes this is about taking a shower
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