Four days, I have not eaten.
One: hungry.
Two: desperate.
Three: Forgot to care.
Four: my body is as seasick as my mind.
I watch you in the mirror.
You watch my thinning skin,
the buttery cloth spread across
my bones, my flesh, my blood –
You are watching me.
My face, my eyes, my struggle.
You never watch my soul.
Yet, there it is.
A dark pulse underneath,
bleeding watered milk
while I become increasingly translucent,
dissolving to the edge
of invisibility.
Why do you refuse to look?
Feed me.
See me.
Love me.
Do not force me
to remain untitled,
or become erased.
A contest entry
- Just a word. by ZachP.
600 points, ended September 14, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Good lord, this absolutely twists my heart.
So very well done, dear poet.
This is just amazing. AMAZING!
Best of luck in the contest,
Zach Estel. -
This is such a heartwrenching and amazing poem on this prompt! Just wonderful! Best wishes with this
Gaylene
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