A Knife To My Chest

I wrote this poem to express an antagonising and dreadful feeling of pushing away self identity.

I slide the knife down my chest
and tear myself apart
I see an unborn fetus
another version of myself
full of innocence and no doubts
I see them content and peaceful
a version of myself who is okay
with themselves
A version who accepts who they are
an aching feeling in my chest
an unwanted realisation has occurred
I’ve tried to keep it hidden
but it cannot stay inside this suffocating
cocoon no longer
Forgive me for giving
into these wicked sins

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[Davidgeo]

That's quite visceral.

Reminds me of the good Alien movies and various Lovecraftian themed horror. Are you a cosmic horror fan? You seem like you might be a cosmic horror fan.