Skin Hunger

byMischa Badasyan


Every time it is scary
Every time I think I won´t manage it
Cold rings and thin bars
Pierce my tenderness
It doesn´t hurt
I just want to be free and strong
My skin freezes
Pulled to the limits
And almost ready to get apart
I feel penetration
I am not used to it
But while reaching a threshold
I start flying to the sky
I feel lightly
My body swings in the air
I became an oxygen
That people need to breathe
My scream is a new language
Symbols and signs mixed with each other
Laws and rules don’t exist anymore
The only truth is
My body and my zero gravity
I flew very high up
In order not to fall deep down
I satisfied my hunger
Once I touched myself