mutate my hurts into open wounds
rend and flay them open wide
flailing about in tears and viscera
this sabotage starts from inside
a strawberry stain flushes my face
i try and hold back my hair
i retch out this Ratched wretchedness
i let my insides meet the air
my innards are disposable commodities
strewn about with a lack of care
this is the very essence of me
and it’s all i’m willing to share
a serious state of unravelling
i look like a de spooled cassette
say what you want about me
but lack of guts, aint it; just yet
marred reflections no directions
and all that has come to pass
like a tea cup in a broken storm
a stomach full of shattered glass
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Comments (5)
Ahh this is incredible!! "this sabotage starts from inside" hit hard. "i retch out this Ratched wretchedness" is a brilliant line. "i look like a de spooled cassette" was a great use of cassette and really created some marvelous imagery. One of my new favourite similes. The ending was superb too.
Wow! Extremely emotive poem… ‘this sabotage starts from inside a strawberry stain flushes my face’ Great use of all 5 prompts.
does the unraveling end? As always you pick the scabs of my heart...
"stomach full of shattered glass" - that's some imagery right there!
This is powerful, and so well written.