1. Bones
I can
unscrew my arms
from their sockets in
my shoulders, scratch
long lines in the mud with the
splintering ends. Pry apart
radius & ulna and let fingers
dance across my lap.
Twist ribs together, explore
the smooth inside of my
eye sockets.
I'll laugh at your fear
with the music of 32 teeth.
2. Flesh
With this knife, carve
the muscle from my calf;
peel a scarlet & stinging & twisting
ribbon from curving neck.
Blood runs a river,
scooping my stomach out,
a cave for children
to dance in.
I'll turn from
the way you cry at me,
& you can see
my gloriously stinging smile.
3. Blood
Sharp fingers gouge,
scrabbling at pulsing veins,
peeling off a spidery
net of dripping blood
and sinewy strings.
Pull them tighter
around my throat,
bursting to fireworks
in my eyes. Rip the threads, release
an avalanche of bitter &
slippery red.
I'll win at your game
with paint of victorious red
still wet upon my cheeks.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
1. Bones
I can
unscrew my arms
from their sockets in
my shoulders, scratch
long lines in the mud with the
splintering ends. Pry apart
radius & ulna and let fingers
dance across my lap.
Twist ribs together, explore
the smooth inside of my
eye sockets.
I'll laugh at your fear
with the music of 32 teeth.
2. Flesh
With this knife, carve
the muscle from my calf;
peel a scarlet & stinging & twisting
ribbon from curving neck.
Blood runs a river,
scooping my stomach out,
a cave for children
to dance in.
I'll turn from
the way you cry at me,
& you can see
my gloriously stinging smile.
3. Blood
Sharp fingers gouge,
scrabbling at pulsing veins,
peeling off a spidery
net of dripping blood
and sinewy strings.
Pull them tighter
around my throat,
bursting to fireworks
in my eyes. Rip the threads, release
an avalanche of bitter &
slippery red.
I'll win at your game
with paint of victorious red
still wet upon my cheeks.
Slightly (or a bit more than slightly) gory. Eh. This one was from several months ago.
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