110
What's 110? What's 110?! Why do I watch her and pull at her skin? What is inside of her that I am trying to get to? Why do I want her more transparent? How many bars to her ribs? Why do I want to see them when she stands idle? What is 110? I have an obsession and tears will not solve my problem. I know that I do have one. What is 110?! How do I loose the anger, the questions, the desire, the obsession? Why can't I stop pulling at her skin? Who is my reflection? My mind is too strong to injure or impair, to keep a secret starvation when many around the world are simply starving to eat. I am not home. I am nowhere familiar, and I want to take scissors to her skin. I want to cut it away until the muscle worked so hard for can be seen. why doesn't the strength show through this skin? Why do I want her more transparent? God, what is 110?