Farewell to the demons
dancing in my brain,
dispensing recriminating repercussions,
merciless ogres always cannibals,
eating the flesh of aspiration’s
plastic surgery.
I reached the precipice of my demise
their noose dangling with hangman’s knot,
but I refuse to leap off this time,
too tired of the January First
ritualistic strangulations.
Self abuse’s membrane they ironed on my will,
the plastic texture molded and smothering,
unable to shred its artificial mummification
too afraid the nakedness underneath
would burn in the light,
be far too sensitive to any touch
fearing it would bring only pain.
But barbs have come in thorny thickets
strolled in stumbling stub toe steps,
time to part with the bruised gait of thinking,
face the new with heart shedding
my enslavement to masochism’s torturer,
going to expose my bare essence to risk,
find the form I can be
without accepting mutilation
is a sane lifestyle .
Author notes
shed the skin you have lived in....
A contest entry
- Shedding Skin by PerfectImperfection.
787 points, ended January 7, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You gave this a wonderfully dark tone; letting go - yet in the sense of shaving yesterday from bone. Nicely done. Thank you so much for your entry!
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You gave this a wonderfully dark tone; legging go - yet in the sense of shaving yesterday from bone. Nicely done. Thank you so much for your entry!
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Excellent once again! That prompt os one you really broguht to life and wrote on a personal level. I am sure that we're all afraid of shedding that skin, but we also need to often leave the past behind and start anew.
Love it!
Best wishes in the contest.
Gaylene
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