Torture Room by Mary Willoughby

Shown the door
To the torture room
Seamless and tongueless
Naked and blue

There's a ghost
Hiding in our breath
Formless and nameless
Inside your chest

Invalidate identi-take what you are owed
You have shed your garments so now shed your skin
There is glass between the sound and the source
Of the cacophony
Bones and body and absurdity
My mind is in my head

Invalidate identi-take what you are owed
You have shed your garments so now shed your skin
There is glass breaking the skin on the soles of your feet
Bones and body and absurdity
My mind is in my hands

Getting closer to
Finally breaking through
Needs and wants
Needs and wants
Scream autodigestion
The knowing in
Shearing skin with blades of grass a thousand cuts
Little death in the torture room

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