worms

Hey can! Incoming review!

Your poem is so raw and evocative. The difference between the two fonts and what they represent is exactly what it feels like to think you're coming undone and being totally aware of all that's happening. I like the way the lighter and more neat font is more for musings and wishing and being self-aware at what's happening while the bolder and more icky font is directly describing in the present tense what your physical decomposition is like. They almost feel like separate poems that come together to make something truly disturbing.

One thing I could use some clarification on is why the light font has this floaty quality to it? If I had to interpret it, it could be the final thoughts of someone dying as they are mutilating their body. They are in and out of consciousness. That could also be why the font is so might lighter than the bold one.

This is also a minor nitpick but you say "Worms clawing into my skin" and I think "crawling" would work better just because of the nature of worms. They don't have claws and it could also give the impression that you aren't dong anything to stop them while clawing make it seem more violent and that you're opposed to it happening.

But your last two stanzas of the bold font is truly disguising and that's a good thing! I like that you really honed in on the really gross aspects of decay. It worked well for your poem.

But that's all I have for today. I hope you enjoyed and that you're feeling better. We're all always here for you, can. I wish you the best and I'll see you next time, byeeeee

wow, i read this earlier when you first posted it and had to come back to it after processing it. this is a really beautiful poem, but i just especially love the formatting. I am such a sucker for formatting in cool ways when it comes to poetry, and here it really makes the piece much emptier, like the emotions are there and reaching out and no one is listening. It's a bit like the left side is speaking into a void, and the right side is answering.

The two sides both read like individual poems, but also combine into one main poem. The left side is dripping with visceral descriptions, decay, worms, a stinking corpse, blood; it's gruesome in a very raw, emotional, deep internal way. It uses the idea of a physical decaying body to portray the feelings, which is just genius and frankly I am in awe! On the right, it seems as though the narrator's low self-esteem is seeping through, interacting with the physical emptiness and decay on the left, it all wraps up into something that paints a sad picture of someone reaching out, literally giving up their own innards, and getting nothing back.

I have nothing else to add, other than that I hope you continue with this sort of poetry in the future, and that if this is a feeling you are experiencing, I hope it gets better for you.

You have a really true talent with words and poetry. I will have to read more of your work <3

This is phenomenal.