Darkness is what I see, but it
is not what I longed for. Though I see humans surrounding me with blood thirsty
eyes, I feed them with disgust. I feel nothing now. Though a sharp object may
pierce my body, I feel nothing. I will bleed definitely. Maybe too much.
Since my inner self is wounded, I won’t
feel the pain.
I don’t want me to be clothed. My skin is
my cloth! Why then should I need a covering?
I stay shut in my chamber away from people.
I don’t feel uneasy being nude. All I feel is that my heart still beats and my
I have some life left in me.
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