content warning: descriptive metaphors using mild gore and body horror
i bite my tongue.
copper-red and bitter acid
i make sure to swallow,
hold back.
my own toxicity, reconsumed,
jittering.
i have spent so many years
carving at my flesh.
i look into the mirror,
and do not recognize myself.
it is slow. and painful.
i speak, now.
the tongue that was there still remembers
and i taste the same
copper-red and bitter acid,
blood and bile and adrenaline.
i am gluing myself back together
piece by piece by piece
and when i open my eyes
i think i finally see me.
It’s a slow grueling process to peel away the layers of ourselves or that which we believe to be in order to reveal the divinity of our core. The diamond 💎 in our spirit covered with the goo of life, but it’s there I’m glad you are finding it. You are blessed.
Beautiful write. It’s ok to not be ok with who we have been and work towards finding who we are. 🙏🏽😊