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Some of us must forever be reconstructing |
You take me and rape me. Remove all of my securities and confidence Rip away at everything that holds me together inside You take the vulnerable parts of me and leave me Naked and exposed Like a broken mannequin. Left to rot outside in a snowstorm Just discarded pieces of me everywhere. Left to be picked up and examined by strangers They pick away at old wounds and scabs Taking delight in the deconstruction The dismantling of another human being Am I human anymore? I'm not even sure myself. I float like a ghost Beyond this world, But still within it. Looking at my shattered pieces They keep getting ground up more and more Until they become nothing more Just rough grains of sand waiting To be soothed and smoothed by ocean waves. Cold salty caresses gently crash upon the shore Stinging re-opened wounds mercilessly and without end. For what purpose? I may never know. I may never be whole again. So many pieces lost in the ocean I become like a paper filter and have no real physical strength left. I float just under the surface as the current disperses me Throughout an endless ocean. |