Sign my declaration

I wake all at once from superficial slumber
Top to toe adorned in sweat beading from
dreams turned nightmares turned reality
My hands are blood soaked, they tremor
I have manually knotted my intestines
wrapped them like twine
about my stomach and lungs
I am slowly suffocating myself
I see my veins blacken in protest, some disgust
followed by a whiteout;
eyes, skin, soul all bleached and milky
In an anxious explosion
my sheets, pillows and quilt burst from the bounds of my bed
I peer down upon my strange form
I have learnt to love these shapes
I have battled to love these shapes
I have known war and I have conquered
They grow and shrink at supple intervals
my scale is unchallenged
Standing now, I see where once I had lain
my figure embossed in the fabric and springs of my mattress
I stare down upon my body
I am embossed with the fabric and springs of my mattress
like the Nazca Lines
we were both declared world heritage sites in 1994
Though I am yet to find a man
brave enough to explore my territories,
map me out with compass precision
Find my where my rivers flow freely and
touch what may not be touched
Flag me as your own

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