REVELATA DYSMORPHOLOGIA ( A LYRICAL TRANSMOGRIFICATION )

 

 

It started out inconspicuously,

inauspiciously,

a small pimple

on the lower left of his back,

something that no one

would ever give a second glance at.

It didn't even itch,

so demanded no instinctive scratching.

But

it grew

and grew,

developing into

a small cyst at first,

then into a larger and larger one

acquiring along the way the powers 

of perception, cognition, speech, reason.

It became more and more dominant

in the running of his life til

there came a point

when he realized

he had become

the boil.

 

He now was the awkward,

ugly lump of shapeless,

useless flesh that needed

to be amputated

at the soonest possible opportunity,

discarded with other medical waste

or better still,

pickled and preserved

for eternity as a freakish

anatomical occurrence–

a talking, reasoning pustule

that apparently possessed

all the features of a well-developed human being.

He clearly saw how all this time

he had deluded himself

into believing that he was a real person

who deserved love,

companionship,

all the rights

that every member of society should possess

whereas

he was just a cyst

that somehow grew,

assuming the proportions,

the attributes of a person.

 

 

Reviews

[~angelalala~]

another intriguing story. i'm not sure if it has hidden undertones, that this is someone with very low self-esteem or perhaps a mental disorder, only imaging himself to be this cyst who is only pretending to be a person, because he feels left out of the human race, cast aside, shunned by them. or if this is a tale of a person actually becoming a cyst, a monster. the reader can assign his own meaning. again, you are a talented story teller & your stories are all very unique & fascinating. you also have almost an old-fashioned way of writing that is unique. very good write.