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___the place where i am is kinder than that of outside.___ here, it has no shade of light—where i cannot be seen naked with all these wounds and bruises, all these incarnadine lines in both my wrists, thighs, and all that there is that became my canvas to paint away the heaviness in my chest out of crimson patches. here, it smothers the gray smoke my skin excretes—hiding the rousing fume of my melting and clawed body. here, i don't have to peel off my skin to expose all the decaying layers under it—stretched throughout my forlorn body i've been hiding behind poem bandages. here, i don't have to fold myself to hide the most disgusted fragments of me—my body and bones perfectly fit in the soil delineated by the chrysanthemum flowers—waiting to be buried. sometimes being here made me want not to be saved and let my body soaked in too much dark euphemism to decompose. besides, any place outside here that has light only unveil all of my deformities. ___any place outside here is tormenting. any place outside here is cruel. any place outside here is a curse.___ darling, any place outside here makes me despise myself more and just want to disappear.
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Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 9:27 AM UTC
gray nuances
___the place where i am is kinder than that of outside.___ here, it has no shade of light—where i cannot be seen naked with all these wounds and bruises, all these incarnadine lines in both my wrists, thighs, and all that there is that became my canvas to paint away the heaviness in my chest out of crimson patches. here, it smothers the gray smoke my skin excretes—hiding the rousing fume of my melting and clawed body. here, i don't have to peel off my skin to expose all the decaying layers under it—stretched throughout my forlorn body i've been hiding behind poem bandages. here, i don't have to fold myself to hide the most disgusted fragments of me—my body and bones perfectly fit in the soil delineated by the chrysanthemum flowers—waiting to be buried. sometimes being here made me want not to be saved and let my body soaked in too much dark euphemism to decompose. besides, any place outside here that has light only unveil all of my deformities. ___any place outside here is tormenting. any place outside here is cruel. any place outside here is a curse.___ darling, any place outside here makes me despise myself more and just want to disappear.
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jv_orongan
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Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 9:27 AM UTC
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