I cannot think of myself, my body, without also thinking of the skeleton inside,
I am a collection of bones held together by ligaments,
Connected to muscle by tendons.
I am a sight too grizzly for even Halloween,
I am a sight too horrific for the mirror.
(-Margaret Atwood wrote "how must I appear to an electron?" How must I appear to an atom?)
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Death by Words: A Selection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry written by me (that, as always, demonstrates my mental deterioration and inner dialogue).
