Too close

Brown laced with black
small stripes and spots contained within a
thin dark ring, the colour shrinks
the more I stare
at it. a colour that shines
 been told it’s pretty beneath that delicate orange,
lighter
depending on the angle beneath
that Nothing, maybe white maybe
feeling   may be just a space to fill
That pupil
void a worry black reflecting
empty, searching tilting Head maybe
that’s where human is
darkness growing until
I’m watching back glancing down the mirror
    this face is wrong
body so alien and long the closer
we get the more ugly I see empty
eyes pretending

scars are purple worms and 
slugs running hip to tit a
freckle. Down, down to legs spread
apart
ankles together sneaking fat
around the sides. A cut just starting to
join together stop shining up at me all
 pink white under layer getting
thicker further on
like it hurt. Like

 Liar this body is
telling stories. Pretending it is full and occupied
today
these hands aren’t mine. I’ll close those eyes and echo
practised answers 

Reviews

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. oh, this is just beautiful ... moving and skillful ... i know this feeling so well ... but i couldn't have expressed it as precisely and poetically in a million years ... and the last eight lines ... are especially brilliant ... profound and powerful ... you own your art ... and inspire ...

[WilliamDagursson]

Completely genius. The feeling of detachment from everything, from the body, from the mind, from the concept of self, everything. It's overwhelming. It's like a concept sketch or an abstract painting, in poem form... The real intent and feeling is buried in aesthetic flow.

[Jack]

a very exceptional piece; really outstanding, and so beautifully written.

[Joe Shetina]

So glad you shared this with me. Love the breaks in sentences. A lot of people don't, but I feel it creates punctuation and rhythm to the words when they need it most.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice work. The imagery is palpable.