Stripper

by paperdoll   May 9, 2005


She stripped herself bare,
stripped herself clear to me:
unravelling all her twisted layers
like a strip teaser on stage,
tearing away the disturbing images while I watched in tears,
crying at her nakedness.

I cried.

I cried as she pushed down her first coat of skin,
ripping off the muscles and sinew,
the yellow fat and the stringy tendons that bound her being together,
wrenching out her hair as though it were straw or dirty wool.

I cried as she dismantled the parts,
the blubbery mismatched organs that she laid
upon the dirty floor,
a precision in her placement
like a parody of surgery.

When she stood aside at last,
I screamed as though my ears would bleed,
and the final curtain closed upon her uniform of nudity:
her madness cloaked in yellowed bones.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Mo

    Brilliant again! Gruesomely surreal yet the metaphors of your images are so true to life at the same time.

    Very captivating.

  • 19 years ago

    by aDORKable x3

    Beautfily written..5 Keep it up!!

  • Wow incredible !!! It's so different to other poems i've read 5/5 definately !!!

    xxx ~*~ Charli

  • 19 years ago

    by Künstliche Welten

    "a precision in her placement
    like a parody of surgery"

    oh... that line was a punch in the gut. i've probably used that phrase before. but it's all i can think of to describe it. peace love & hippies.

  • 19 years ago

    by Avellana

    freakishly good. lv A, x