A faint smell, a feigned sense of self
Disembodied
Reduced to a pulp

Self annihilation
Pushing the issue
An unrefined way to engage in deception

Unnatural alteration
Stretching the tissue
Tearing until there’s no more room

We are permanently deformed
Surgery won’t fix this

Raised scars still sting sometimes
Fresh scars are darker
You’re not supposed to touch

I’m pretty easy to forget
Sometimes I want to see me
So I carve out my silhouette

To hide inside yourself is a dangerous thing