04-07-2016, 09:59 AM
The first time that I died
was like a dreamless sleep
with a black quiet that blanketed
everything in peace.
But they brought me back
to the sharp white lights
and the always noise
and the reminding pangs of a body
that is never quite at comfort.
So I cut –
slice the fat of my inner thigh
and watch the skin peel back
like a plastic sausage wrapper
and the life leak out of me
in drips
building anticipation
until the next time.
was like a dreamless sleep
with a black quiet that blanketed
everything in peace.
But they brought me back
to the sharp white lights
and the always noise
and the reminding pangs of a body
that is never quite at comfort.
So I cut –
slice the fat of my inner thigh
and watch the skin peel back
like a plastic sausage wrapper
and the life leak out of me
in drips
building anticipation
until the next time.