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was it worth my skin?

bloodied fingernails?

my oh so wholly carapace?

i watched my skin rot

and the maggots(my competition)

crawl underneath

obsessively i will communicate

my thoughts to those insects

maybe they should pay rent

maybe my arm is a window

for which we could see

eye to eye, a weird way to meet

they are parasitic

though they are company

i wish to join them, i wish to see

was it worth my soul?

blinding dreaded birthing?

my oh so gruesome yearning?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we decay from within...our mind, our heart...the maggots yearn for a taste of us...
we fend them off with poetry that doesn't age as fast as we do...and then we get to the point where the insects might be the only ones interested in what we have to say.
j.