Entrails of the Exposed

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Entrails of the Exposed 

trepidatious thoughts,
eats away –
residue on the lining of my skull,

i am afraid

full of shame
peeling away
molten skin
revealing what lies within
terrified of, what?

when?

innards scald from bubbling pains
aches wave through;
telling you of my darkest days
exposed and blamed
fear sieges my veins –

why?

do i rip my flesh wide open;
for all to see?
silence soaks my banging ears
does anyone, at least one –

know?

of these things,
sink into rocking flames
cowering; isolated dreams
quaking a voice for ALL to hear –

no one there?

echoes pounding within this bod
grief creeps and crawls,
swaying back and forth,
eyes melting, reflection – mirror

is my nakedness in vain?

ask the skeleton staring back at me;
hopeful flicker encouraging –
if only for one,
who?
for One
shouts from pages,
reveal the longing to know –

we are not alone?

About mindretrofit8

Sharing the twistings, and musings that twirl in my mind. Hoping others can relate, or at least enjoy... To know more about me personally you can visit my website at Mind Retrofit.
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4 Responses to Entrails of the Exposed

  1. Oh my gosh, this was incredible!! I love the working through the layers of the body. You know, there are several cultures that have myths about being reduced to skeleton and bones. I believe it is a Latin American (??) version that speaks of being reduced to a skeleton and then “Singing over the bones” to flesh out one’s being again. A nod to transformation and renewal, I believe. I am not saying that was you intent with writing, but it where my mind went 🙂

    • Kimberly, I did not know that, thank you for sharing! The imagery gives me a boost of wonderful thoughts. This was about getting to the point of the “skeletal” self and then, becoming renewed struggling through the healing process. What you share reminds me of the story of Ezekiel breathing on dried bones. That is one of those bible stories that always intrigues me – there are many. 🙂

  2. Still waiting for an autograph! Amazing!

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