CeeCee Thompson

Cloak - Poem by CeeCee Thompson

Like a rotten apple, my body is compared.
On the outside, so bright, so resiliant, so perfect.
The facade I wrap around like a cloak made of sunlight.
Yet on the other side of sunlight is always the darkness
The rotten mass of the 3 week old apple.
Twisting, pulsating raw open wounds.
These that I keep so close, so near, so true.
I twist them around myself, tearing my soul
Into one thosand pieces, none of them whole.
I watch myself inwardly, not trusting myself
In case I just slip with the blade slight too close.
Seeing my life drip away down the sink
Causes insanity, so close on the brink.
So all of you spectators, stay away if you will.
Be blinded by my sunlight, turn away from the kill.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 4, 2011

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