Paper Mache


I didn’t want this.

All I ever wanted to do was hide but

you dragged me out into the light

and I’m left here wondering if this hell is worth it.

The pain of being seen.

You kiss my scars and for the first time

it makes me wish I never stopped with that razor.

The blade’s kisses were comfort back then,

but this is torture of the best kind

and I want it to last.  You make me a person.

I thought I had bled out all my love and maybe I had

but you put something new in me,

a heart I never thought could beat so strongly

and damn is it exhilarating.

I have no borders.

There are still places I hate and you hate

them too but somehow

we’ve been made into beautiful damages.

We dance and let the bass line give us spines

as strong as lead and lose ourselves in the music of our souls

that echoes the chaos of our lives.  We don’t know how

we got here but we’re chanting in a circle,

calling out our “ohs” to the heavens

with breathless wonder.

The air is ecstasy and we,

we are free.

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About thefreescribbler

My life is one of words. I am a scribbler, whose thoughts are best expressed through adjectives and phrases and punctuation marks. I would not go so far as to call myself a writer, although many would disagree. I’m characterized more by my unfinished works and half-embodied ideas, scraps of stories and parts of poems. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer, but I’m okay with being a scribbler right now. It fits my personality and style, and best expresses my aims. I’m not trying to create some lofty version of literature. I’m just a kid blogging about life. View all posts by thefreescribbler

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