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i am fascinated,
in repose,
as my dead soul performs acts of destruction
along pulsing lines of its
fleshy home.
fascinated,
blissfully,
by the crimson eruption
unfolding
across the topography of my skin.
i thought that
maybe
with the precision of a steel blade
i'd come to reveal a mass of
tangled electrical fibres...
that i could tear them
from their orthopaedic bind and
finally
find peace from this
constant
cranial
static.
i am fascinated,
still,
by the
dearth solitude,
the
paucity in trepidation,
the
absolute absence
of anything,
anything at all.
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I wrote this poem in a dissociated state at a time when my life felt like it was falling apart and I no longer possessed the necessary skills or coping mechanisms to get through each passing moment that I was still breathing.
In the same evening, I sat on the floor by our front door, taking pictures of myself in the mirrored closet doors in hopes that the still-frames would reveal to me some alternate perspective that I could grasp a shred of inspiration from to get through the following 12 hours. Everywhere I searched for motivation to keep going, I came up with nothing.
This was the beginning of the end of many chapters in my life, but at the time, I had absolutely no idea.
Final note: you can find this poem in a collection of others with a similar theme in my upcoming book of poetry titled The Final Toast, set to release September 9, 2019 on Amazon in paperback and e-book formats. Available for pre-order starting July 29, 2019.
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About the Creator
Kelsey Paulina
Strange. Unique. Rationally nonsensical.
One day, I would love to be able to quit my job and pursue writing, drawing, and other creative avenues full-time.
Creating and engaging with my imagination is what I was made to do.
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