wax & string
hot. hot wax. burns it all away.
i barely even flinch anymore.
it's all new. White. Pink.
a cooling touch of Green.
each stroke of Brown. an angry claw.
we dream of change forever.
two strings. they tug tug tug.
the pain is relaxing. a sting. a pulse.
it's all new. White. Pink.
a cooling touch of Green.
Change. it's never permanent.
yet i can pull out my whole face.
i feel like everything.
and absolutely nothing.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world