this body is so cumbersome and empty
full of bones i dream of breakinghungry for fulfillment,
i hang to the thoughtof how great the spoils are of wasting
this perfect body awayi am growing tired of this skin
how it holds me captivegripping tightly to the ivory prison
i gush, the thought of carving ina primitive temptress, a ghost of the past
a shadow on white fair skinhow i wish to paint it red,
to rekindle my flame againhow cumbersome this body can be
i've been sliced, and hit, and starved, and stuffed
what more could i wish to be done?it craves the oil in a pain of rage
it loved how my skin must boiloh may i ask
was this what you intended
when you created a demon in your image
do you hate yourself just as so
so am i just another flawed creature
born from a perfect god
destined to stray from their lies.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
the definition of shock - poems about depression, suicide, and self harm
PuisiTRIGGER WARNING!!! topics about depression, suicide, and self harm