I saw myself in the distance,
I ran and clung onto me,
but they came
to tear me away from myself.

They tried to pry open my hands
but they couldn’t.
My nails dug deep into my back,
mutilated by their scrapes.

They pulled at my shoulders,
my waist, my hips.
They lifted me by the thighs,
others at my ankles.

I pulled apart my shoulder blades
and ripped open my rib cage.

It’s all over, I thought,
and then it stopped,
and they began to fade
into the distance

and I began to put me
back together,
little by little
like some poor Frankenstein.

Earlier version published first on Word Riot:


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