today i sliced my thumb open
doing something stupid
i
try to remember
to never
push against broken glass with bare hands
or slide my fingers into sharp places
but
today i sliced my face open
and
pushed my way into the front of my skull with my forefinger and thumb
holding the flesh open
i felt the bony ridge browline, with the pads of my fingertips
were the contours were not smooth as they should have been but
mountainous and irregular from
old
injury
you wouldn't know it to look at me but my
skull is irregular
and asymmetrical.
and
just a little bit jagged.
feel it and you can tell.
i could tell. i
sliced.
my face
open.
to tell. i
opened up my
skin
just to catch a glimpse.
at my
crooked eyesockets
and
they were hideous.
and
but you wouldn't know it just by my face.
or by the small scar beside my left eye that falls directly in the valley made by a crow's foot talon
i wonder
if
the wrinkles
are
from the scars or
if
the scars are just
conveniently
placed- today i sliced my face open
and
pushed my way into the front of my skull with my forefinger and thumb
with all the
viscera
of a madman
i've heard
the difference between medicine
and poison
is
in the dose.
but
i
never
stopped
breathing.
sometimes
breathing
is all
you
can
do. and
i
sliced my
face
open
to
catch
a vision
i
guess
that
was
a pretty crazy thing
to do.
and
i wonder what
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 11:10 PM UTC
today i sliced my thumb open
doing something stupid
i
try to remember
to never
push against broken glass with bare hands
or slide my fingers into sharp places
but
today i sliced my face open
and
pushed my way into the front of my skull with my forefinger and thumb
holding the flesh open
i felt the bony ridge browline, with the pads of my fingertips
were the contours were not smooth as they should have been but
mountainous and irregular from
old
injury
you wouldn't know it to look at me but my
skull is irregular
and asymmetrical.
and
just a little bit jagged.
feel it and you can tell.
i could tell. i
sliced.
my face
open.
to tell. i
opened up my
skin
just to catch a glimpse.
at my
crooked eyesockets
and
they were hideous.
and
but you wouldn't know it just by my face.
or by the small scar beside my left eye that falls directly in the valley made by a crow's foot talon
i wonder
if
the wrinkles
are
from the scars or
if
the scars are just
conveniently
placed- today i sliced my face open
and
pushed my way into the front of my skull with my forefinger and thumb
with all the
viscera
of a madman
i've heard
the difference between medicine
and poison
is
in the dose.
but
i
never
stopped
breathing.
sometimes
breathing
is all
you
can
do. and
i
sliced my
face
open
to
catch
a vision
i
guess
that
was
a pretty crazy thing
to do.
and
i wonder what
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