Unboxed

U n b o x e d

In the making of this end .... I find myself being a box of contradictory possessions.
That is what my body is made out of, an assemblage of random parts and bits.
A skinless shell that covers all the parts that I don’t even have name for.
Magniloquently all working together in this mess that I make of life.
And if you meet me you’ll realize some parts are broken some are bruised
with errors and guilt
Pieces of self , floating, drifting , separating . The cause of damage is known and classified as self-made self-destruction.
and my body knows well
How to tell me I am hurting
I ... internally bleed
this mute, medium, vivid yet dull blue.. somewhere between indigo and ultramarine , maybe my own cyanide ...the type that can kill you .

I swim deep in my b l u e s