Unzipped
I don’t know how many hours I’ve spent
wishing to shed this body.
Just unzip my chest and let my ghost sink to the floor.
No suit of skin, no tender veins, no ripening flesh,
just a spirit in the shape of a question mark,
melting, but not going anywhere,
as if something can melt back into itself.
Even rain does not have this luxury.
With each time it freezes and returns to liquid
it is bound to different molecules,
follows a different track across the planet
And perhaps, with some thought,
this is what I wanted after all.
For my organs to tumble from my body
to live different lives.
For them to come back and whisper to my phantom
all the things they’ve done.
Wowzer! So many great lines. “spirit in the shape of a question mark” perhaps is my fave but very evocative language use 🙂
Thank you! That line has been lingering in my notes for too long and has finally found a home!
I agree with garethroi. Wonderfully imaginative poem written in an utterly believable style. Loved it. Very skilled you are!
I appreciate this more than you know!!
I really love the idea of rain freezing and want to shed the skin and let the ghost sink. Wonderful ideas and images