Tags

,

inside,
inside my
head, mushroom

i want to
unbowl my
eyes with a spoon

carve exit
signs on my
forehead in runes

render
my lungs
deflated balloons

untongue
my teeth
gums open tombs

laugh
carving paths
most fatal wounds

cut my
own fingers so
i leave no clues

excise
at the knees
so i need no shoes

skin left
unscraped to
make room to bruise

then buried
alive in an
elaborate ruse

to blame it
on a disorder,
medicinal misuse

but it was
never “who is?”
it was always “whose?”

-m.p. 10/22/2016

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