Dark, Emotions, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

Some Days

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Some days, I find myself feeling empty, 

Without desire or ambition

A simple want to do nothing, 

To end everything 

Those times, I feel as if I’m nothing more

Than hefty pounds of tanned flesh, 

Carved from the fragile, ivory bones

Of something resembling a human

They protrude out like branches, 

Twisting together, becoming gnarled

The light sheets of oak blending into a macabre tree

One interlaced with dripping, still pulsing organs

Bubbling masses of viscera, stained with a range of reds

Some days, I want to shrink in on myself, 

To become nothing,

A monster,

And forget everything

© 8 November 2018, by Haley Scully

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