I See Everything

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I see everything.

 

a

digital

zine

by

tylr

cailyn

gottschalk


 

Dermatillomania pick, pick rip

me

apart.

bloody

scabs,

barely fresh I

blood

on

can

feel

slowly come

healed,

dry

skin.

my

chest

caving

closer

to

this

rotting thriving

youth my

flesh.

name

softly;

come

closer.

I more

body,

decaying

healthy call

in.

than

like the

you rest.


pick, pick

 

put soft

me

back

scars

on

on

from

a

distorted.

distance

tucked

away

hiding

in

slowly

tear

much

as

create call I

am

plain

new

both

decimated

view,

beg

to

heal,

within

my

cheeks. weeks.

of

temple

hidden,

safe. my

the

is

lace.

in

massacre

for

the

holes ones

a

violence

beneath

they

it

my

self. and

health.

the

ruins,

my

rough

faded

discolored,

me

over

up. feet.

thighs, time.


do

I

this I

really body

am

drifter

a

have

the

right

to

call

home? breathless

lost

in

the

list

of

sins,

unknown.

 

when

I

see

my

burdened I

can

no I

is

longer can

no

own the feel longer

reflection, pretender. the

pain.

remember.


Sober transparency  

hold

me

give

into

erase

holy, God’s

my

former

understanding surrender,

transparency.

full

in

I to

is

the

delicacy amongst perfected only

burn

every

remnant

start to

the

painstakingly bodily

the

fire, ground.

tear

temple

this down.

to

nothingness;

picture

whom

there

empty,

of

my

myself

to

pretender.

sober

of

match

faith.

myself

paint

single

of

color

so

a

grace.

find be. beauty

absence. hidden harsh each tear

scars; brick the

wall

apart.


 

Little Pieces of the Left Behind bruises blackened fingertips choke

I

violet.

press

away

deeper;

my

can

breath. feel

you

closing

in.

softly, clawing

left,

into

slowly, my

neck.

tell

me

what

your

violence

over

and

over

you will

know show

again.

of

death.

itself

in

my

violet


 

the I

day will

force slowly

of

your

dress myself picking

funeral,

myself to

in

brush out

the

black. my

hair,

mattes.

out shake

of

focus; my

head

like a photograph.

clarity

will

not

come

back.


In Bloom.

desperate search

escape;

for

outside

white

delicate guide a

me

through.

infectious begging

Hand with flower

drained

craving

clarity;

held

hostage this

blind

barely

covering

let

bleeding

outside.

me

rest

the

awhile,

wind.

illuminate

this

awaken

in

the

of

hospital

my

smiling, sweat;

IV.

guide, me

feel

in

hands

doorways,

take

drenched

bondage.

search

static

I’m

veins.

despondent.

this

and

beginnings,

release

trembling

2 am

unknown.

blurry,

by

it’s

world,

suddenly

from

walls.

fingertips,

familiar

so

breath

blind darkness room.

laughing.

skin.


I

instagram; facebook; email; thank

dreamt

of

@scumflowr @tylr

cailyn

gottschalk

@tylrgottschalk@gmail.com you

for

your

endless

support.

a

life

in

bloom.


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