Carving Disorders
Carve,
The word,
The letters,
Simple symbols,
Into the supple white,
The stretching flesh,
Of my stomach
If eyes didn’t wander,
And mouths,
Couldn’t ask questions,
I’d trace the word,
With the thin blade,
Until blood,
Was seen
Into the spot,
On the sides of thighs,
Underneath,
Close to the chest,
On the arms
I would dig,
And scratch
A permanent reminder,
That I can do this,
I can win
They say I’m fine,
Whisper,
Turn,
Nod
But my head is reeling,
Fingertips prodding,
Carefully,
Imagining,
Analyzing,
How to write my poetry,
On my skin,
The one word in my head,
With every step
Brush it like,
An artist’s hand,
Turning this fat,
Into something,
Meaningful
One simple line,
Would suffice
Don’t look,
I whisper
While I write out,
Disgusting
The word,
The letters,
Simple symbols,
Into the supple white,
The stretching flesh,
Of my stomach
If eyes didn’t wander,
And mouths,
Couldn’t ask questions,
I’d trace the word,
With the thin blade,
Until blood,
Was seen
Into the spot,
On the sides of thighs,
Underneath,
Close to the chest,
On the arms
I would dig,
And scratch
A permanent reminder,
That I can do this,
I can win
They say I’m fine,
Whisper,
Turn,
Nod
But my head is reeling,
Fingertips prodding,
Carefully,
Imagining,
Analyzing,
How to write my poetry,
On my skin,
The one word in my head,
With every step
Brush it like,
An artist’s hand,
Turning this fat,
Into something,
Meaningful
One simple line,
Would suffice
Don’t look,
I whisper
While I write out,
Disgusting