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The New You
The air chokes the life out of me,
Grasping my larynx with a gust-o,
And my last breath
As it has a million times before
And shall a million times more.
It slithers and turns with breaths alien
Til my breath, mine own breath,
The very essence of my being becomes itself foreign,
Take it in please,
Better yet take me in!
Give me something to hold!
I grasp oblivion in the crescent of her eye,
Straddling the abyss,
F*** rocks and hard places
To live vicariously in the whites of her eyes
Tis the bane of existence
Yet it is existence nonetheless.
I’m with her as she navigates her way through a maze of city streets,
And land with the thud on a doorstep with a neon sign that flashes,
“The New You Is Just an Appointment Away”
I watch as a man in a white coat leads her to a chair,
Breaks her face in with his fist
Proceeds to mould it back together.
“Dimples or no dimples?”
“Whatever looks better,”
Through shards of what were once teeth.
After a few more hours of beating and
The man in the white coat finally finishes.
“Say hello to the new you!”
I ask her what she did with the old her.
She told me to look left.
I saw it
No longer her.
As it’s sucked into the black depths of her pupils.
I peer inside them.
And see a thousand more of her old selves
I slowly relinquished my grasp on oblivion
And fell into nothing.