One Blank Stare

By: Kayla Ann Davis

Ummm... What to say, what to say

So many words

It's hard to describe

So many emotions

That it ends up in one blank stare

One blank stare for hours at the wall

Not coming out of this nonsense

What the hell is wrong with me

Why do I feel nothing

Want nothing

Not even death

Strange as that sounds

I would rather feel something than nothing

I slowly cut the pink flesh away from the bone

The blood oozing down my arm

Seeping into my tattered clothes

As I sit there peeling away the last chunk of skin

I let out what might have been a chuckle

Seeing my pearl white bone covered in blood

I touch my bone

So soft and firm

Wondering what it would feel like against my tongue

Just as I thought

Smooth as a waxed tile floor

I lick the second time to get more blood

Then letting my tongue dangle out of my mouth

So the blood drips back onto my arm

Hunger bashed at the pit of my stomach

Nothing to eat in the house

Mmm... My flesh...

Raw or cooked?