I want my flesh to be exposed.
Hear the wet sound of my skin peeling
and the sight of my fatty tissue.
Oh wouldn’t it be the worst feeling?
A precious commodity I would be
regret to commit,
commit to regret
I beg you please
vowing to be useful
relief off the body I call my own.
Failed attempts to care.
A 5 star review voicing, “Worked enormously well for escaping reality.”
bit of a reach but as you wish.
I will be true
because I will be rid of the hideous glimpse of my features.
Peeling away at my thighs, swallowing,
assuming I’m one of those screechers.
You name the baggage, I will surely have it.
A burning sensation I haven’t felt til today.
I shake the hand of the cough.
Blood drips from the mouth onto my raw flesh.
Mommy says to stop picking, so I’ll peel.