I think
Not enough
Parchment
To pen and parse
My past
Years perhaps
I’ll peel
Flay and dry
Stretch flat
My flesh
And use these
Oozing tips
Of sizzling nerves
As living ink
Enough at last
To feel
-me
Painting: 1961 by Sophie Derrick
~ by April on July 9, 2018.
Posted in Abuse, Body, Death, Family, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Love, Writing
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Betrayal, Dukha, Dukkha, Enough, Feel, Flesh, Jouissance, Loss, Love, numb, pain, Past, Poetry, Present, Writing
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