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Drugdaydream

Deviation Actions

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Literature Text

Buttons for eyes, mismatched sizes
Sewed but a centimeter off
And a nose, a triangle patch of burlap
Sewn in the center.
A jagged cross-stitch mouth.

Stitched from a thousand forsaken cloths--
Rugs, rags, blankets, curtains, cozies, scarves--
I shamble into the light.
Irregular trails burrow into shifting sand.
I limp.

"Do I pass?" I ask,
Lips parched and throat raw,
Begging for recognition, validation,
Anything to keep the charade going
But a little while longer.

Young men spit in reply.
Young women give strange looks.
Old men pat my head and smile,
Tell me I am beautiful,
A beautiful pile of rags.

I weep.
The sound is of catching fabric.
Needle fingertips snag on my hat,
Sink into my face as I try
To wipe away tears.

Subject to a greater force,
Perhaps the sway of a life of joy,
I seek solace somewhere that I know
Can shelter my dangerously vulnerable
Pincushion heart.

Self-subjected solitude
Is an appropriate prison
In which to mend myself
So I am not only suitable,
But passable for flesh.
It's like a repeating mantra//a staccato beat//say it with me now//you are not worth anybody's time//they do not want you//you are unfit for anybody's life//you are a failure//and this you believe wholeheartedly//despite being the only one to believe this//but because you are you//you take it to be the infallible truth//is this some kind of paradoxical thing//that the poem is a poem but the comments are also a poem//when will I be allowed to sleep//when will I get better//I'm asking for a friend
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cdubthesadist's avatar
This is really fucking good.