My skin is thin.
I feel your guilty expression,
I feel your fingers pull away at certain moments,
It cuts
Sharp
I hear the thoughts and the lies and the recordings of imperfections...
And then I bury it.
I bury it because
There is so much pain
In the thinness
I scale down to my sub-self
Paint the sky black around her
Dig deep into the nothing of the cemetery of my soul
Bury it until the pain dies of suffocation...
I still feel it.
It's still breathing.
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