Price of Fame

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Go ahead
Torch my skin with your words,
sparks racing to set my soul on flames
Excavate my past, scurry lustily for words spoken or silenced
Shred them, scatter into lines feebly ringed with a truth
your eyes wish to see.
Watch me fall, eyes swollen with tears, face ashen
Celebrate your satisfaction
Fleeting but fiendish
While I tape together words reeking of apologies,
wearily step down the rungs of a precarious ladder, or
plummet down chasms never-ending.
 
Scour the web for flashes of me in undress
Woefully blind and vulnerable
for which lessons lie await in imminence.
 
Go ahead
Follow me, tasked voyeurs with your glass lenses
fill your coffers and vapid booklets
with intimate slivers of my life
and flesh.
Sing paeans to my threads
to gloss over your wily sniggers
over my blemishes myriad shades less dark
than your schemes.

I don’t like the “go ahead” refrain, it seems too angsty... or arrogant, or something like that to me. Torch my skin/set my soul on fire is almost a non-sequitor. I like the first line, but not the second. I like the imagery of excavating the past. The end of the stanza seems to ramble on a little more that it should, but it’s hard to say exactly where to cut, maybe it’s the line breaks that make it feel long. For instance, you say “shred them, scatter into lines” it’s a little redundant so it takes away from the part i really like which is “lines feebly ringed into truth you want to see”