IT WAS HIGHSCHOOL by Emily Guro

IT WAS HIGHSCHOOL by Emily Guro

stifling frailty with new skin,
i yearn to feel the concrete
snot like resin crusts my shape
i don’t recognize this person

and that was the plan, sure,
to reconfigure, re-adapt
mixing and matching false solutions
to this chemical puzzle

but i run my teeth across steel
in agonized reluctant sacrifice
i’m biting the edge of my life
every time i try to mold

i break glass with flesh
slashing tendons loose
smearing myself cold
lost in strange reflections

i will never recognize this person
and i refuse to participate
the form is rejecting itself again
and it purges itself