Stripped to the Bone

Therapy to write out all the bugs and bears

Watch them sail across the notebook page

In an almost indecipherable scrawl

Why should they be legible or coherent

For they are but a reflection of the turmoil

This maelstrom of frustration

Circling the equator of my self hating soul

If only it was as easy as a scan

Stripped flesh off the rounded skull

Twirling round and round to see myself from the inside

That stark pale beauty behind the death mask

Revealing abnormalities hammered in the bone



Copyright October 2014


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