living of exposure
I thought you were me
you whom I created
long decades
across centuries
across millennia
across life
my whole life you were …
who I was?
what anyone saw?
or
what anyone saw
was there everyone
not unblinded
by your attempted
acceptability
failed glamour
of failed normality
as I was
blinded
by you who
kept
me
safe
alive
still
alive
here
now
today
alive
not dead
and
almost
almost
whole
and
at last
able to see
myself
apart from
picking apart
being merged self and shell
masked merged conjoined
tendrils penetrating
entangled
holding on
holding on
holding on
so
hard
tearing soul and safety
raw flesh and being
gripping
dripping
pain
and
tears
and
blood
and
semen
and
who
am
I?
blanket
carapace
you
you that is was me
you that has hidden me
behind that smile
you
protected me
deflected barbs
and soul pain
and made
alone
a safe refuge
from violence of words
from battering of flesh
from ever
meeting
anyone
else
at
all
but
but
now
I stand
naked
watching you me
still connected
trail of ichor
between us
the memory of
your strangling guard
against hostile
alien worlds
exposed I am
now
unmasked
expansive
unconstrained
now
waiting to see
if there will be
a storm coming
that will
break
me
apart
27th May 2024 with thanks to Fleassy Malay for the image of standing next to (that part of) myself