Unreality
Because you see, what
Iiiisssss
in front of you is an illusion of truth,
fooling you into believing that this tangible reality,
That you keep trying to touch and taste,
and tease and suck and rape and pull out of me,
Was never. My. Real. It. y.
This flesh and skin, the colours and textures
and the presence or lack there of
hair in various configurations of conformity
and rebellion,
Is only the statement. That you hear. Of me making.
But I am not making any statements,
these are words that you are feeding into my mouth,
pushing past my tongue and behind my teeth,
reaching down my throat,
in an effort to force, and pinch and mold,
This infinity. of being. that is me,
into something distillable,
discernable from the other side
of the hazy smoked mirrors
cracked glass and fogged up windows;
The unreality that you are constantly wading through.
Explanations and distortions and confirmations of all your ex.pect.ations,
So that I can be made simple,
Easy,
Malluable.
Available.
But the breaths that you see me making,
The waves that you see me breaking,
All of these sounds, howling and tearing up, up, up,
out of my skin and dancing on the walls.
What. This. Iiiiiissss.
In front of you,
Is only an illusion.