And My Skin Will Splinter

Cravings carved into the curves of a tree Chopped down and cut up until sawdust Is all that stings at your eyes

Unplugged monitor The cable crackles and pops

Why do I desire?

Why crave everything I am not Neglecting everything that people try and

Convince me I am, Splinters of possibility Bury themselves in my skin, they push Deeper, splitting my flesh apart from The bone it hangs so tightly around.

Recognition seems far, far away

I come from pothole-ridden asphalt that tries To trip your feet as soon as you look at The horizon. Here one minute and gone The next, twinkling lights when you lay your head to rest.

My eyes get low but spring back to life.

The year is bleeding. Memoirs of a virtual life are long gone. I do not mourn for them.

The year is bleeding. An almost-healed scar of the year that wasn’t Has been opened again into a year that slipped

From me. Frankenstein poetry. Stitched-together digital tapestry. The screen-glaring view of the balcony.

• Written by Vihaan Shilov

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