Leakages

There is an open faucet

under my bed, glazed over my body

I am leaking into the people around me-

I have never been this honest.

 

In my head, my arms are outstretched

draped across a bathtub, two toes sticking out

like odd deformities. There is nothing aesthetic about it.

The marble I rest my back against

I am leaking into it.

The pores perforating my skin

rub against the cold, hard white

my sweat is percolating into my words

I am dispelling into stories.

Shiny, slutty, sleek

my naked body ripped ripples in the soapy water

foam inside my skeleton

rubber ducks around my eyes

I am a joke

someone shut the goddamned pipe.

 

A towel for a quick dry,

a blow dry for my hair

singes around my nails

they scraped the back of my throat

and now- my bloodied insides littered outside.

My friends shelter form the nudity.

I have never had friends who could see me as my mother made me.

The cuts along my upper arm, sears

my fingers like to pinch my skin

someone stop me.

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