September 4, 2010

i am the nothing

Peeled layers
Each covering
The last
Uncovering
Buried
Walls that
Buried walls
Down to
Wretched
Skeletal remains
Not seen
For decades
Clanking bones
An addiction
Stripping
Meat from marrow
Slow
Carving pain
I see who
I am
Tiny
Next to the
Steaming pile of
Skin
That once
Protected and
Repelled
Now
I am the nothing
To be reconstructed
.
.
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1 comment:

Olivia Magdelene said...

Beautiful and powerful in its simplicity. Keep writing for us!