Today is more of a vignette that tries to play a bit with the wonderful body horror of the song. To me, body horror has always been vaguely comforting. A reassurance that these things are mutable. I think that comfort is one the song echoes. I always feel like I write best and I feel the most present in the world when I let my borders of self ease up or let them go entirely. It feels visceral.
My music recommendation for today is Ice Cream, Cobra Man
Indiscriminately Permeable Membrane
When I am looking inwards
I am turned inside out
The whole world is now inside me
and what’s enclosed in the way
my new skin folds
is a pocket of nothing
that searching eyes behold.
And yes it hurts to be
this open and raw
but I’ll never enter another building
I couldn’t bear to feel it’s walls
be mine.
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