Open your eyes “...” Look at me and tell me what I have become. I cannot see for myself My reflection melts mirrors and turns puddles into vapor I glare into the abyss Hoping to catch a glimpse of my own pupils I don’t know what I look like Tell me, How will my eyes look when our stares meet for the first time? “Empty” Yes, I tore out the soul Behind the doors of flesh covering my eye sockets I have scraped my nails against bone As my fingers pressed into my eyes and carved out the consciousness that possessed me
Open your eyes “...” I need to know how my skin pulsates What undulating form has it taken today? Can you hear it? Gurgling restlessly My shape refuses to remain consistent Tell me, What will my body look like when you lay eyes on me? “Damaged” Yes, I am wounded The color crimson oozes from my pores It sticks to my flesh possessively I collect chunks of the liquid on my skin As I imagine it decorates me nicely
Open your eyes “...” I need you to describe my limbs For I always feel that I am reaching for something I cannot obtain My fingers squirm into tight crevices and holes they are unwelcome in Like curious, thoughtless insects Unaware of the consequences for prying Tell me, What will my limbs appear as when you set sight on me? “Demented” Yes, I have fought against conformity by twisting my bones out of line Listen. Hear each splintering cracks defining how I am different
Open your eyes “...” You have to answer what my expression looks like I can never seem to sync my face with my emotions It’s tricky to coordinate such complex ideas Tell me, What will my expression be when you finally gaze upon me? “Grinning” Yes, I’m afraid I can’t change that I carved my smile with a butcher’s knife from ear to ear So I wouldn’t have to fake it anymore
Now open your eyes “...” Tell me what I have become Shackle me to my image Let me stare back at someone who sees me for the first time. Look at me.