Under My Skin
January 16th 2008 23:34
You buried your head in my neck
And named it as your favourite place.
I stroked your hair-
You closed your eyes and smiled.
I gave voice to the fears
Running silently like black water beneath my skin.
You peeled back the flesh and veins
And gazed at my innards.
I let you.
But you are no longer welcome under my skin-
For it is mine.
If you ask how I am doing,
I will not remove my covering
my membrane
my pelt
my sheath.
I will not take out my coronary artery
My left ventricle
And send it to you in the hope that
You will return.
I will not let this thing in my chest slow because you are absent.
I will not go out tonight and find another
Who is skin and muscle and synapses to numb me.
For I am complete without you
And you are not welcome under my skin.
And named it as your favourite place.
I stroked your hair-
You closed your eyes and smiled.
I gave voice to the fears
Running silently like black water beneath my skin.
You peeled back the flesh and veins
And gazed at my innards.
I let you.
But you are no longer welcome under my skin-
For it is mine.
If you ask how I am doing,
I will not remove my covering
my membrane
my pelt
my sheath.
I will not take out my coronary artery
My left ventricle
And send it to you in the hope that
You will return.
I will not let this thing in my chest slow because you are absent.
I will not go out tonight and find another
Who is skin and muscle and synapses to numb me.
For I am complete without you
And you are not welcome under my skin.
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Comment by Anonymous
my name is Katie and i am 22 years old. methinks you are not going to be particularly helpful in regard to my procrastination problem. I just read the poems in the anthology: boy. i would love to know who you are writing about. more importantly, however, i would like to say that you have so beautifully described the total agony of having someone under your skin. that painful battle I had with myself everytime i would give away a part of me and receive nothing in return. you write absolutely beautifully. I am ridiculously jealous of the way you can put this stuff into words.