disgustingly discriptive

the window pane reflects my pain as i see my reflection. it appears before me like a montage cast over the normality of existence. im "disgustingly descriptive" it seems to someone, certainly didnt label myself that. kinda like taking a scalpel and placing it on my forehead where my hairline is and pressing it slowly into my skin. i pull it slowly down the middle of my face. layer by layer i slice through my own flesh. between my eyebrows and splitting my nose in half, along with my lips and chin. i set the scalpel down and push my nails into the precise cut. digging them in deep i begin to peal my face back like an oranges' skin. first the muscle appears followed by my skull dripping wet with blood red love. my face is set on the table next to me and i scare those who are not prepared for the unveiling. labelled it seems on a site i thought was for freedom of expression. poetry or art for that matter by definition has no clear outlines and is left up to the person who appreciates it. just sayin.