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I call them fragments, the parts of me that were too exhausted to stay. He calls them flecks because I am a flake. I wish I was a flake. It sounds prettier than being a fragment. Flakes are like snow. Soothing, falling from the sky on the tip of his tongue that melt and disappear. Fragments are archeological findings of a scarred past we really should not remember.

I want to remember my scars. So I am a fragment.

-

I draw on my legs. When my skin dries out, I use my index finger as a pencil and draw what the clouds are trying to tell me. Sometimes it’s a dog, and sometimes it’s a bear and sometimes it is his face looking at me disapprovingly.

That is when I stop drawing.

-

At night, when the rain falls, I sit at the bay window and pretend to write stories whilst he pretends to sleep. “What are you writing?” he will ask in his asleep voice. “A funny story.” It is not. It is a pale, scary story, and it looks like my skin. “Were you dreaming?” I will ask him and he will always nod and say, “Yes, a good dream.” No, it is not. I have seen how his back tenses and sweats in the moonlight when he sleeps.

-

I worry when I read scientific facts, so he hides the newspapers from me when he is done. I always find them and spread them out on the table till every inch of it is covered. Today's newspaper said that the average human sheds eighteen kilograms of skin throughout their lifespan.

I am not sure about how I feel about the fragments dropping in trains and cars and planes and traveling to places I shall never go.

-

“Do you think you’ll ever go to Japan?”

“Doubt it. I shall never have the money.”

“I bet parts of you have already got there.”

“You and your fragments.”

“Me and my fragments. We’re both so uncomfortable.”

“My fragments and I. And it’s not you, or them that are uncomfortable.”

“What is it, then?”

“It's just this skin you are in.”
I wish there was a category for prosetry on the site. I wrote this and read it out at a poetry slam a long time ago.

A little secret: I had the last line of this tattooed to my skin soon after the poetry slam.

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DeviantArtist14 Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
prosetry...why isn't that a thing yet? great writing as always!
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thredd Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2014  Student General Artist
this is beautiful as it stands.

it's as if you have made friends with your fragments and possibly even your skin. 
at least that is how this reads to me, personally and i should like to do do the same 
or have wished to do so
for 
a [very very] 
long time

a dramatic side effect has me say
since time before memory

however i must only reiterate the first line of my comment.

this sounds a bit stoic - i am full of joy on this : ]
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BeyondJen Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I can't exactly pinpoint what it is that I like about this so much. Maybe it's the storytelling and the pictures you paint. I don't know, but I definitely like it. :)
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maryjayne530 Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Another great one!
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SincerelyKrissy Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2013
This is great. It really resonates with me. 
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Rojozorra Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2013  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
I do like this a lot, but I find more and more I haven't found something of yours I dislike yet.
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PoeticDeathEyes Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer

it reminds me of fear

fear of self

relationships are foiled when people don't know themselves.

perhaps I got it wrong but the essence is sadness and that part cant be denied.

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februaryblue Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
There's a Native American concept where your soul becomes fragmented as a result of trauma, and your poem reminded me of it.  I think your line, "Fragments are archeological findings of a scarred past we really should not remember", illustrates this concept nicely.
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Concora Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2013   Writer
This piece has been featured in #The-Asterismos' weekly Showcase [here].

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kaelamae Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2013  Student Writer
Beautiful. As always
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