Forced Facades
by Utsuri
Am I really all the things
that are outside of me?
Are you? I'm up to my neck
In thought. Skimming my hands
across the jagged surface.
Swimming in a pool--
a pond of pondering.
Fishing for the biggest catch.
...Myself.
As my thoughts vacuum up
through every orifice.
I stand there full.
Gorging on gorgeous.
Vomiting ugly
The ground shifts beneath me
Until the wind picks me up
and takes me away.
I can't touch it,
this feeling.
I just am.
Am I only the things
that are outside of me?
Can I wash away my face?
Will this mask just melt away
and drip down
drop by drop?
I'll watch the acid
burn a hole to China.
a festering stench,
a lingering sound,
my eyes: envious
the touch is smooth
the taste is stale
I am at home
in this pitch black world.
If I can be defined.
Don't use your eyes.
Wait for me to guide you
before you make the
wrong turn, and end up
lost in guises.
A chrysalis is flawed
but the butterfly....
is perfectly fine with that.
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