Basking in the Bloody Breakdown
An honest poem
Today my body is at war
Bloody teardown
Breaking me down
My wife still loves my body
•
So far, everything
Has felt like walking on the edge of a crab claw
Everything is awkward, uncomfortable, bloated
Just waiting for the downfall, the rainfall, the breakdown
•
Wrote a poem once about a
Body of Betrayal
That’s the title of today
Bloody betrayal boiling me up
•
Ignorance at the moment, is blissful
Yet still praying for avoidance
The mirror, the image, the existence
My wife still says I’m beautiful
•
I remain wanting to rip my skin off
Dismantle my brittle bone structure
Drag out my insides, vein by bloody vein
Bash the brain until it beats a better tune
•
Some days it’s just harder to acknowledge
My conflicting existence
When some days womanhood is a middle finger
In the face of an image I’m never really happy with
•
This war is a lone-soldier battle
Constantly feeling divided
Both sides losing in the face of my own
My wife still holds me,
•
and I try not to think
•
“Why?”
•••
Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry. Poetry is something I’ve always connected with, and saw as my best outlet. And so now I’m turning to it to help unpack some deeply rooted stuff.
If you’ve enjoyed this poem, feel free to leave a heart, and perhaps even check out another poem of mine below.
About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
Water is Life ✊
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Keep reading
More stories from Oneg In The Arctic and writers in Poets and other communities.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.