Evisceration

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