I want to dissolve on the outskirts of the world,
And I will tie the string to escape the other side.
Crowds of people praying on the body,
Using her as a host. A public, pregnant ceremony.
Preyed on and eyed,
You open the glass case of my gazing perfection.
Abandon the elders and run for the road.
I will light my body on fire before you get too close.
They trace the lines on my face;
Facing, I sit at the very edge of the bed.
Look at yourself in the mirror,
And try to remember who you really are.
Orbital puffiness; honey bee pollen;
I put my face on. I put my face back on.
I'm recovering from an Ileostomy, having had my colon removed because of a m'fing tumor. I've got this stoma on my belly that I now excrete through into a fucking bag. Not happy. But Thou have put a smile on my face with this. Life's a bitch then you die. Best thing to do is make sure you've got a good soundtrack- and this is an amazing one moggydon