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Originally Posted by Mouser I found a way out of my skin.
I cut and tare it from every limb.
The pain is greatly intense, and somehow numb
I feel free from the beauty I hate
No more stares of lust, only stares of disgust.
Laugh at me if you will,
It’s only the outer beauty that I have killed. |
i loved the opening of this one, i think it starts the strongest of any poem yet--
but that may just be because i'm fond of the idea of skin-removal imagery. i know, it's weird.
anyway, i think you lose it in the last three lines. it's like you had an idea, but didn't know how to finish it. again, maybe that's my perceptions, i have that problem alot.
anyway, i liked that one.
if I can make just nine people a day stare at me in abject horror and confusion... i think i've done my job.
there are only 10 kinds of people in the world: those that can read binary, and those that can't.
you know what? i still want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket. (%)