The Shape of Rage - Sculptured

The shape of rage

Twisted, angered geometry

Contorting flesh

Changing my anatomy

Take away

This healthy human form

And replace it

With broken, mismatched bones

My blood flows for its life

Muscles tighten, my skin is dry

Breathe the air that keeps it growing

Surrender flesh so it can mold me

The shape of rage

Growing, disabling

Mark the host and

Survey the territory

Architecture of a

Violent history

Embodied in flesh

And ripping internally

Contusions mark my once soft skin

Shapes once perfect now disfigured

Unfamiliar to friends and family

Unwanted by those around me

I fear something

Inside of me

What can it be?

Revolutions;

the spreading of disease

An open body

Abjection

A subject caught

With organs and with signs

Take them out

And rearrange them

A corporal drift

Corrupted, deconstructed

I’m not in control

Of this body

It has taken me hostage

I’m carrying my own, my own death sentence

The shape of rage

Twisted, angered geometry

Contorting flesh

Changing my anatomy

Take away

This healthy human form

And replace it

With broken, mismatched bones

My blood flows for its life

Muscles tighten, my skin is dry

Breathe the air that keeps it growing

Surrender flesh so it can mold me