sknrot

Nakedness.

The most commonly misconstrued image.

Most people associate nakedness with sexuality.

With the idea of being born, dying perhaps.

I connect the idea of the naked body with that of vulnerability, not because humans are most vulnerable in their nakedness, but rather that they are laying themselves bare.

the soft expanse of skin, the soft curves and hard ridges of a body as the muscles and bones move under the skin, in a way that is the most raw form of sexuality.

Skin holds wounds, memories, patterns, and physical feelings we often forget or push into the deepest crevasse of my mind in hopes to never remember.

the act alone of letting another’s hand glide over your skin whilst maintaining eye contact or sharing the same air between lips is its own form of sex.

maggots eat my face, yet their stomachs remain empty.

they swallow my pleas of mercy, drinking at the bittersweet taste of my unborn words.

they breathe in the stinch of my misery, like smoke after a cigarette.

they defecate my existence back into the Earth.

slow.

painful.

useless.

they eat and eat and eat, go and go and go, but yet to consume.

their guts churn, inside out, as they eat and eat and eat.

nourishment far from near.

they eat for a reason that holds no validity.

they eat me.

mindless.

they eat.

why?

eat