sometimesihatemycat

I am melting

My hands have dissolved

Only heavy wrists remain

The sinew and bone mix

With fleshy thick thighs

To create a lump

Of melded me

I cannot tell where

One appendage ends

Or the other begins

I lean towards the fusion

Wanting to be pulled

Completely into a gooey blob

Liquified

Until nothing is left

But stuff, and steam rising

My bitchy black hat alone and pointing

— April Resnick

~ by April on July 8, 2013.

Posted in Body, Death, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Meditation, Poetry
Tags: Anatta, Elphaba, meditation, poetry, Wicked, witch