clumsy hands accompany honeyed words
upon knowing my existence, he fumbles for my silhouette
a blind man seeking to carve my essence into marble.
the darkness gives no grace nor mercy, so i do-
guiding fingertips to draw patterns on my skin,
to sketch an outline of my demise.
pieces fly, chinks and chips embed themselves
line the grooves of his fingers, gather underneath curved nails
fit into the indents of his mind, as he leaves each indelible mark
i am jagged rock lying in patience for unskilled hands who seek to polish and destroy
still, he sinks onto the process like weathering rocks.
growing arrogance with borrowed sight blooms like poison
blooms forth veins in my body with each misdirection of his chisel
yet most crevices remain unrefined and out of reach
as is my essence, locked away within my ribcage
pedestaled above the self-proclaimed sculptor.
i remain resigned as i am sanded and smoothed
the chamber echoes with resolute thoughts
a masterpiece, he remarks with a finality to misshapen ears.
he moves like he is close to the sky and i am his wings securing flight
yet i have no heart and no soul to tell he falls short of the sun
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 1:27 AM UTC
clumsy hands accompany honeyed words
upon knowing my existence, he fumbles for my silhouette
a blind man seeking to carve my essence into marble.
the darkness gives no grace nor mercy, so i do-
guiding fingertips to draw patterns on my skin,
to sketch an outline of my demise.
pieces fly, chinks and chips embed themselves
line the grooves of his fingers, gather underneath curved nails
fit into the indents of his mind, as he leaves each indelible mark
i am jagged rock lying in patience for unskilled hands who seek to polish and destroy
still, he sinks onto the process like weathering rocks.
growing arrogance with borrowed sight blooms like poison
blooms forth veins in my body with each misdirection of his chisel
yet most crevices remain unrefined and out of reach
as is my essence, locked away within my ribcage
pedestaled above the self-proclaimed sculptor.
i remain resigned as i am sanded and smoothed
the chamber echoes with resolute thoughts
a masterpiece, he remarks with a finality to misshapen ears.
he moves like he is close to the sky and i am his wings securing flight
yet i have no heart and no soul to tell he falls short of the sun