Your Deformed Corpse Poem by Yiling Ding

You're panting,
panting,
fervently gasping for air
as you start to
break apart.

Many pieces
have been glued together
to make you,
you fragile doll,
all porcelain, glass
and rusting iron.
But they've
begun to separate,
incongruous creatures
that they are.

How can you be perfect
and clean,
delicate and smooth,
dirty and rough,
tainted and
ugly?
How can you be
both twisted and straight,
happy and sad?

At the beginning
you had a pretty face
and a pretty smile.
Now parts of you
are bleeding rust,
and like a nightmare,
half of you
is a frightening frown,
with your
cracking glass eye
staring straight at me.

As you are running away
from yourself,
your movement rips
even more of you apart,
and strips you down
until finally
all that remain
is your deformed corpse.