Contamination

By Sarah Colleen (s.c.)

so much progress reversed

by just a few words.

am I bad?

Am I?

is the very marrow

in my bones defective?

a victim and a monster

simultaneously.

I detest all,

but cave into loneliness.

desperately codependent

with the yearning for independence.

I’m developing interdependence

and depending on my instability

to keep me independent from all

those around me.

I contradict,

and cry ‘contradiction!’

my skin molts to reveal the very

same skin which purged itself of me.

constantly changing into the

same unfortunate version of myself.

a caterpillar within its cocoon

which will emerge the very same caterpillar.

why does one idealize

and wish for something so unnaturally fatal?

how do we heal wounds

that cannot be heal?

How do we accept scars

that mock us?

I wish for a different version of life;

one which lacks self-contamination.

By Sarah Colleen (s.c.)