Look at him
A pile of limbs
One hunk of flesh
He pulsates with blood
He's nowhere near human
He's a beast
Carrying burden
The privileged burden
Such is a privilege
To be morphed
Entangled
Intertwined
He's hideously deformed
Carrying a part of her
With him
Everywhere
She won't ever fall off
She won't melt away
She won't be cut off
He doesn't want her to
It makes him marked
An Elephant Man
Grotesque
To those who can't understand
Hundreds of us
Walk the streets
In plain sight
Deformed
When he's most alone
He looks to a tumour
He looks to a scar
Knowing "That's where you are"
When he's most at home
She starts to sink
Into his skin
To be closer to him
When he's said and done
When he's ready to stop looking
At his weaved flesh and bone
He'll keep her inside
Stowed her away
To fester inside
To let him walk
Free of deform
In the hopes that
Someone else could be so lucky
As to let themselves sink
To mangle themselves upon him
Let it be that he
Deforms
Just as he let himself be
Let them mark one and other
So that
They won't ever fall off
They won't ever melt away
They won't ever be cut off
Look at them
A pile of limbs
Two hunks sew flesh
Their hearts pulsate together
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 4:49 AM UTC
Look at him
A pile of limbs
One hunk of flesh
He pulsates with blood
He's nowhere near human
He's a beast
Carrying burden
The privileged burden
Such is a privilege
To be morphed
Entangled
Intertwined
He's hideously deformed
Carrying a part of her
With him
Everywhere
She won't ever fall off
She won't melt away
She won't be cut off
He doesn't want her to
It makes him marked
An Elephant Man
Grotesque
To those who can't understand
Hundreds of us
Walk the streets
In plain sight
Deformed
When he's most alone
He looks to a tumour
He looks to a scar
Knowing "That's where you are"
When he's most at home
She starts to sink
Into his skin
To be closer to him
When he's said and done
When he's ready to stop looking
At his weaved flesh and bone
He'll keep her inside
Stowed her away
To fester inside
To let him walk
Free of deform
In the hopes that
Someone else could be so lucky
As to let themselves sink
To mangle themselves upon him
Let it be that he
Deforms
Just as he let himself be
Let them mark one and other
So that
They won't ever fall off
They won't ever melt away
They won't ever be cut off
Look at them
A pile of limbs
Two hunks sew flesh
Their hearts pulsate together
Took maybe 15 minutes. "The Thing" meets romance.
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