its only art I tell them
a knife to separate meaning
an axe to simplify the shape
blood becomes a craving
then turns to something greater
ripped forms seem honest
quiet and still skinned down
to structure no emotions
behind my eyes
so easily to stare at for
so long
I see what I can take
just enough to not
make me gag
I try to not go back
wpd
it calls me and so I go
I go back to the truth
something in me learns
just how easy it is
to keep staring
once empathy is cut out
I tell myself they deserved it
I close the tab and open it again later
not because I wanted to see it
but because I couldn't decide
what I was supposed to feel
I told myself I was testing my limits
making myself stronger
in the end I made myself scared
not of what I was watching
but what I had turned myself into
the disgust doesnt come from the screen
it comes from me
from how my face stays neutral
from how easily I can watch life end
and still think about dinner afterward
I wait for nausea
something anything
but nothing comes up
I tell myself Ill stop
I don't
not because I want more
but because I'm terrified
how easy this has become
when I close the site
their isn't relief
its suspicion
if this didn't break me
What else won't?
just what have I done to myself?
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 7:12 PM UTC
its only art I tell them
a knife to separate meaning
an axe to simplify the shape
blood becomes a craving
then turns to something greater
ripped forms seem honest
quiet and still skinned down
to structure no emotions
behind my eyes
so easily to stare at for
so long
I see what I can take
just enough to not
make me gag
I try to not go back
wpd
it calls me and so I go
I go back to the truth
something in me learns
just how easy it is
to keep staring
once empathy is cut out
I tell myself they deserved it
I close the tab and open it again later
not because I wanted to see it
but because I couldn't decide
what I was supposed to feel
I told myself I was testing my limits
making myself stronger
in the end I made myself scared
not of what I was watching
but what I had turned myself into
the disgust doesnt come from the screen
it comes from me
from how my face stays neutral
from how easily I can watch life end
and still think about dinner afterward
I wait for nausea
something anything
but nothing comes up
I tell myself Ill stop
I don't
not because I want more
but because I'm terrified
how easy this has become
when I close the site
their isn't relief
its suspicion
if this didn't break me
What else won't?
just what have I done to myself?
I don't go that often on the site (wpd) but when I do I'm unfazed and get bored of the usual. I want to see more.
