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Insides (Outsides)
I feel hollowed out,
Like if I could see inside myself I’d see a tangle of veins and bones left behind.
I once got a cut on my face,
From mouth to ear.
It was deep enough in some places I could see the inside of my mouth from the outside.
I remember the blood running down my throat,
Putting my shaking hands to the wound and feeling nothing.
I was stitched up at the hospital,
They didn’t let me look at my face afterward.
I hardly remember what it looked like now,
But the sensation of seeing my insides from the outside,
It was surreal.
Even if I saw only my tongue and teeth,
Something I could see just by opening my mouth,
This was different.
I wonder if I had gotten hit in the stomach,
I’d be able to see inside that too.
If I’d find what I feel like,
A tangle of veins and bones left behind.
Like if I could see inside myself I’d see a tangle of veins and bones left behind.
I once got a cut on my face,
From mouth to ear.
It was deep enough in some places I could see the inside of my mouth from the outside.
I remember the blood running down my throat,
Putting my shaking hands to the wound and feeling nothing.
I was stitched up at the hospital,
They didn’t let me look at my face afterward.
I hardly remember what it looked like now,
But the sensation of seeing my insides from the outside,
It was surreal.
Even if I saw only my tongue and teeth,
Something I could see just by opening my mouth,
This was different.
I wonder if I had gotten hit in the stomach,
I’d be able to see inside that too.
If I’d find what I feel like,
A tangle of veins and bones left behind.
Published 9th Jun 2024
Author's Note
Who stole my insides? This isn’t funny.
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