Waking Wake
Flayed to the bone
Skeleton exposed, oxidizing
I am Cain
Slain
At my wake by mistake
Whetting my weapon upon the table
Unstable
I try to stand tall
I stumble I fall
I go through it all
And you all
Watch me fall
With glass eyes negligent eyes eyes like microchips eyes like calculations
Reduced to a sideshow
I tumble, fumble, mumble
My skeleton exposed
The things they think they know
They try to describe
Right in my face but who are they
Someone gave me steel file joints
A cruelly placed arthritis
Hobbles me
I stagger to the door
I try the lock
Locked
Locked
I think I might be here forever
Forever under scrutiny
In this living autopsy
Fresh Hell 
Brilliantly written, Sarah! Got goosebumps reading this 🙂
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Ooh, really? ^_^
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Really! It’s incredibly vivid with very stark imagery. Great work! 🙂
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So remember that bit about your imagination?? Here it is again! Amazing! Sarah, I’m telling you, most people don’t create images like this.
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