Flesh

we are all flesh and blood
fragile
mutating
changeable
I stand at the edge of the water
look out at a rocky ocean
the sky merges with the
murky water and the
waves crash and fall
the day and night
intersect and become one
what do we do with this skin
as it falls from our faces?
what becomes of this
fragile flesh
cut it and it bleeds
cut it and a trail of scars
zigzags across this ocean of flesh
but nothing really changes,
the current roars unshamefully
as the waves crash and fall,
intersecting with a dark, hollow moon
cut it and it bleeds
cut it and pink, fleshy scars
raised, jagged and uneven
litter it’s surface
but you can’t slice off the mounds
that lie on its surface
what becomes of fragile flesh
when you hide it under blankets
it scorns you, you scorn it back,
you can’t help but
whimper and stare when you’d much rather
look away, and never look back
when will this skin fall off my body,
when will this flesh morph,
cut it and it bleeds
cut it and it bleeds
but nothing ever changes

Reviews

[O.J.]

this was very powerful and dark, and it's exactly the feeling...