The New You

December 4, 2011
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,

An expatriate.

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

I prefer

Nothing but

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,

And nonchalantly

Breaks her face in with his fist

And then


Proceeds to mould it back together.

“Dimples or no dimples?”

He asks.

“Whatever looks better,”

She says

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.

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Aaka131 said...
Feb. 4, 2012 at 12:20 pm
This is awesome very well worded and very in depth. Keep writing your great at it! :)
CarrieAnn13 said...
Dec. 30, 2011 at 9:06 pm
Well, this is certainly unique! And I mean that in a good way. It's dark, brooding and compelling. I love the metaphors you insert in your poem as well as the vivid imagery you used. Excellent work!
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