...nothing

I peeled away each layer until I was nothing but
skin, and bones. Just the flesh that I needed
to cover life patches as I laid myself bare before me.
counted  the years that i suffocated
under the weight of all those different faces.

until I was nothing but a corpse learning new tricks  
as each new year came around
like how  to spin and turn  on our toes
so  we could continue  to pretend to grow
never seeing  we  were nothing but  preorder proses
unimportant in our many roles just a momentary
fit..

you see I looked at this woman and wonder what
would these walls tell, what truth do her
soul wish to share with me today..So  here
we typing away at this keyboard
thinking that whatever words pour from
this rant we would post as the  
liner on life  coffee table let it uncover the
worn, faded, chipped,and water stained
us..

we were bleached in  life backhanded blemishes
rape beneathed the gutter of fake and phonies friendships
penciled in crack lines between our mother’s thighs
because we were nothing but throw rugs hung out
for daily beatings with words that cut like whips.

piercing screams mimic the sound of shattered dreams
countless hours between the brittle  folds of life coldhearted
reality.