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Wednesday 16 May 2012

Bury the light


Born from a need
To fix myself
I draw lines
On the skin
That defines me
Belittles me
A fuelled necessity
To take what distorts me
And repair it
Rip back layer after layer
Of ugly
And somehow
Make me less repulsive
Burn darkness
Around broken mirrors
So the light wont
Get in
And my image stays hidden
Unaware
That the repulsion
Is buried
Further than tearing my skin
Can ever reach

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