''I would assume that you are bright enough not to buy the surface of my grotesque but know how to push it aside in order to see what's really there. Me. I am here. Buried beneath these unspeakable things.''*
Undaunted. Unanswered. Unfinished. Unwanted. Unaware. Unnerving. Unresolved. Unassured. Unadorned. Unnoticed.
Melting away with silence.
My emaciated body inflicts and fixates, over, not you, but the unseen and the untouched.
When something goes/is unanswered, it carries on, it lingers, it is left open; to torture and torment. We survive for these unanswered questions. If all the questions of life were answered, what would be the point in living?
An unfinished body, in the primal realm of nature, incomplete and unashamed. It carries on forever.
* A. M. Holmes - 'The End of Alice'