i stare and let it fester
as the cool breeze slips through the room
and brushes against my open wound.
the blood falls, yet i’m numb and cold to the pain
as i strain my physical to contend to my mental…
the skin dies and new cells emerge
and yet the memories never drown
yes, i stare and let it fester.
my body may forget, but i never will.
the blood turns from red to brown
this gash has begun to necrotize
the time ticks…and i continue to look fixedly
at the physical stigma of my vulnerability
a pressure distending vulgarly
for everyone to see
please. close your eyes.
do not perceive my mangled abrasion and just-
just let me be. let me stare.
i want it to fester more and i want to feel it
maybe then i'll have an excuse to despair.
as the cool breeze slips through the room
and brushes against my open wound.
the blood falls, yet i’m numb and cold to the pain
as i strain my physical to contend to my mental…
the skin dies and new cells emerge
and yet the memories never drown
yes, i stare and let it fester.
my body may forget, but i never will.
the blood turns from red to brown
this gash has begun to necrotize
the time ticks…and i continue to look fixedly
at the physical stigma of my vulnerability
a pressure distending vulgarly
for everyone to see
please. close your eyes.
do not perceive my mangled abrasion and just-
just let me be. let me stare.
i want it to fester more and i want to feel it
maybe then i'll have an excuse to despair.