exo-

11 Mar

and i want to cross my arms

like an insect’s legs across my breasts;

and solder my hoodie

to my exposed skin

for the first time in three years.

and for the first time in three years,

my body is not

lofted by wings, but rather

a dessicated husk

with its hairs on end.

i’m different, because i build the cocoon

and fold my skeletal legs across my thorax

inside of it

and don’t bloom.

i was already a butterfly.

now, i am

an exoskeleton

filled with rot.

new symptoms bloom on my skin,

lilke bot flies.

quit laying your eggs

inside of me.

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2 Responses to “exo-”

  1. I of July March 11, 2015 at 8:42 am #

    so much depth

    • AutisticChick March 11, 2015 at 3:56 pm #

      That’s a real compliment coming from you.

      I translate pain into poetry. Apparently it works.

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