HOLY, a new art series by Susan Harmon
“I eat only sleep and air
And everyone thinks I’m dumb
But I’m smart because I’ve figured it out.
….and I am burning my skin off little by little
Until I reach bone and self
Until I get to where I am essential
Until I get to where I am.
…because I am living off the parts of me that I don’t need any more.
I could feel the slow drips of pain before
Swirling inside where my lings should have been
Now I’m clean inside.
When I knew what I had to do
I took all my notebooks, all my manuscripts
And ate them page by page
So I could take my words with me.
I can finally control my life
And even death
And I will die slowly like steam escaping a pipe.
…how wonderful to let yourself go mad
How wonderful to go on this kind of journey
And not care if you come back to tell the story.
I scratch words on the walls now
So people will visit the museum and know
How someone like me ends up like this
(They’ll say there is art in here somewhere)
I don’t hurt anymore
…I made it through
I feel so holy and clean
I am almost there….
Every day I get a little closer to vanishing.
Some days I can’t stand up because the room moves under my feet
And I smile because I’m almost there"