Smiling Corpse Poem by Lyndsey Grant

Sticky webs that crept up
And kept on
Spinning around me
Drowning me in confusion
Losing control of my sense of reality
While sanity
Clashed and clattered
Splattering
With tsunami like intensity
And so I cower
And I pretend
Denial my only friend
Seeking comfort in the aggressiveness
Of my passiveness
And I am left helpless
To my own hands
That strangles all potential
With nonchalant disregard
For any type of functioning
That could possibly be
If I just wasn’t me
Can’t they see
That I am not a normal member
Of society
I give not
But take all
In gluttonous fashion
Sparing no rations
And when winters icy lips
Kiss the back of our necks
Who will shelter this disgusting
Thing
I have become
Unclear and unreasonable
Is what the outcome predicts
But who is to blame
A family that yells their love
And smacks their affections into
Submission
But somehow the meaning got
Twisted and tangled in their sharp thorns
Or is it the world in general
Unspecific and unimportant
As am I
The breath catches in my throat
As I float belly up
Let the waters wash away the vile
And the foam cleans the corruption
Swaying motionless
Untouchable
Serenity creeps in
Leaving all in awe
At the smiling corpse