RAWness

I am RAW
you will not edit me
Nor will i be confined to the chains
of your structuring

I am stream of consciousness
pen flowing misspellings and incomplete analogies
no rhyme scheme
just the inconsistent contents of my soul

guts splattered against paper
like a swatted fly smashed against the wall

refuse to be coherent
in my own arena.
I have the right to private insanity
I am RAW
the ink still wet
the wound still fresh

but when the blood flow ceases
and scabs over
the insides reassemble
the journal closes

I conform
humanity's will wins
I reclothe myself
w/conventions of "proper behavior"
when wearing this skin I won't bleed

but, here, privately
words gush forth
bathed in pain
don't worry
eventually it will crust over
I will regain my sanity
so you won't have to deal w/
the rawness