I Am Whole

I am whole

 

My metal fangs pierce my flesh and gnaw at my gums, 

the lacerations in my skin cause not pain but pleasure. 

They make me whole.

 

My rusted razor cuts my hair and scalps my sides. 

The blade peels my skin and exposes the bone, 

this causes me not pain but pleasure. 

It makes me whole.

 

My jagged needle grabs my flesh and deposits its ink. 

The gun carves its design and decorates my body, 

it causes me not pain but pleasure. 

It makes me whole, 

this makes me whole, I am whole.

 

I am marked

 

My metal fangs sit rusted and worn, 

Departed from my lips they rest upon my nightstand, 

this brings me not pleasure but guilt

It has left its mark. 

 

My rusted razor lies alone in its case,

It’s blade craves my skin and calls my name,

This brings me not pleasure but guilt. 

It has left its mark. 

 

My jagged needle hangs from my neck,

Points removed it still pokes and prods at my chest,

This brings me not pleasure but guilt. 

It has left its mark, I am marked.