corpse of an artist
see my warm,
rancid flesh splash
against
summer tide’s white tile.
watch as i hold my head between my
fingers
and squish as hard as i can.
see the
swarm of locusts erupt
from the
gape of my mouth,
a puff of dust from a journal
long
shelved, since forgotten.
watch me
step on my teeth until the
bottoms of
my feet sprout cavities
and infection kisses the nape
of my decaying desires.
watch me rot
from the inside out.
Samantha Paige Maskell
Samantha Paige Maskell is a student
of several years and a poet of many more. Their work fiercely examines their
experiences with sexuality and mental illness, considering the details of
sapphism and depression with words of gentle discomfort and warm repose. They
published their first collection, laden
with rust, in 2017 with Createspace Independent Publishing. They are
forever grateful to their mother, their father, the friends that shaped them
and the lovers that broke them so they could put themselves back together
through words.
for Art, death might merely be an interruption.
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