random poetry from my notes pt. 1
scan,
poke,
pick,
repeat.
scan,
poke,
pick,
repeat.
Repeat over,
And over,
And over.
Repeat until I am,
But only flesh
Supported by a frame
Of white calcium
Scratch further
Pick until I'm carving
Carving marks
into my bones
Degrading my bones
to nothing
The eerie screeching sound
A quiet,
but soulfully loud sound
The sound of my face being ruined
The sound of something scarier
than a bacterial infection
The sound of my face
becoming a sight mothers hide from their kids
A sight I can't even face in the mirror
Without destroying my dignity
Destroying my image
An image that I can't even remember seeing
A normal human face
What does it look like?
What would my face look like,
Without holes,
Without shame?
It's a sight I'll never see again
My face when it was beautiful