Screaming Beneath Skin Deep
October 4th, 2009
Alright, this is my attempt at taking myself out of the direct explanations. Letting the words speak for themselves and for me instead of me speaking for them. It’s like a free write except I had to keep an eye on myself because sometimes I get too tempted to fall into habits of old while I’m trying to learn new ones.
Art by Mari Keiyou specifically for this piece. Click for original size view. :)
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Screaming Beneath Skin Deep
Pressure building.
Bones creaking under the effort.
Bowing, bending, breaking.
The ribcage for the heart? No.
The chest plate for the soul? Never.
The brain.
The brain box!
My skull.
It’s breaking and quaking, and sparking and smoking.
Embers fall from ears to hair.
Purple highlights catching beautiful fire.
Throat shuddering a voiceless scream-
“Stop in the sanity!”
With wild eyes reflected in the mirror and mouth most firmly shut.
Pop, snap, slap.
Nails bared, clawing over scalp and face.
Pull away this mask of isolated fragments!
Tears burn in blood, salting wounds on the border of not.
Tendons, muscle, flesh and bone.
Ripping, tearing, dripping.
Soaked into the earth.
Fall forward and away.
Sinking beneath skin deep into a place no mirror can see.
feels good to get it out doesn’t it!
or at least some of it :)
really like the purple highlights catching fire and the mask of isolated fragments :)
Eh, sometimes. Sometimes it hurts and then leaves me a little shaky in the end but this way at least I’ve a decent piece of writing to show for my pain. ;) Thankies muchly. I was a little nervous about this one just because I used a different bout of imagery than I usually do for work that eventually ends up on my blog. I’m glad it wasn’t too… something, lol, for lack of a better word.
A great piece, and I’m not speaking of the painting.
Thank you very much. This one was a bit new in style for me so it makes me really happy to hear I’m not the only one that likes it. :D