I am a Skeleton
Although you cannot see it,
beneath what you call a pretty face,
under skin hides a skeleton.
If I peeled the layers,
frightened you
with only bone
Would it still be me inside?
would you touch the white
and ruddy reside
search socket for eyes
hold knuckle not hand
in fleshy demise
would it still be me inside?
and as weakness took a toll
as towering strength lay there cold
at what point would I leave
in your mind begin
the process to grieve
now hes gone.
Pete Crompton
Mon 6th Oct 2008 23:49
reminds me of this Darren, a puzzle perhaps
I was always a sycophant for these tendencies
And to suppress it
Delayed the inevitable
The inertia had been building
For long enough
I divorced myself from the feeling
But alcohol illuminated it every time
And so I found myself showered
Oblivious to the superheated steam
That was supposed to cleanse every pore
He lowered his stance
So I advanced towards him
He was full of sophisticated vignettes
And yet
I can’t recall a single one
My velocity of thought
An arrow
I wished to pierce him
But his confident armour deflected
He was massive
Part of the attraction
His Adonis was married to intelligence
And that eased the uneasy moment
The more he played it down
The more I drowned in the inevitable
Course of events
The angels turned their heads
Perhaps distracted
leaving
Guilt in the green room
All cocky, all confident
With a smirk
Yet another devil on my shoulder
waiting the chance to mock me
To hang heavy on my back
gloating at the stains
Once it was all over.