hello, lovelies!
as mentioned in a previous post, i wanted to post a bit of my old creative writings. i personally am indifferent to most of them, as i don't hate them like i did when i first wrote them nor do i love them. several things were written when i was in a low mental state, and i feel that that is reflected in the imagery i tried to conjure with some of my pieces. also, almost nothing is finished. some poems were written for high school assignments, some snippets were written based on songs, some are monologues i wrote when sleep evaded me.
this is... a thing, i suppose. i'm not sure how i feel about it, but i guess it's the one i dislike the least? it barely qualifies as poetry. it's just... something. but, i've shared it somewhere else before, so it makes me the least anxious to post here. whatever, it's most definitely not good, but i've committed and hopefully these nerves i have about posting this go away quick enough haha.
personal dismemberment
sometimes i lay in my bed
naked as the day i was born
and i imagine my limbs aren't mine
my body is that of a doll
i close my eyes and pick and choose
just what shape i'd like to be today
a modern-day frankenstein
i'd like to peel off all my skin
is that strange to say
break apart my chest and tear open my stomach
fill the cavities with sand
stitch myself back together
get up, look in the mirror
and hope i'll like me this time
the last two lines really hit
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