A Pleb of Broken Skin
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
I broke the stream that once defined my life,
the eyes that scanned me couldn’t name my strife.
Another picture hung for all to see,
a wall of bodies framing who I used to be.
Images twisting into something grotesque,
paintings bearing forms but not my text.
“Help me, see me, let me learn to be,”
yet don’t come close—you’ll never truly see.
I am disease, a ruin carved in skin,
a dying pulse that claws to keep me in.
Show me the vein, let needles set you free—
explode the truth of who you were to be.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
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Written by Matthew Tonks
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