Bones
I'm in a tragedyjust trying to hold on to my own bones
while I can hear my own eulogy
the whispers creep
down my spine
like pen knifes
and unstitch me
I shudder at the thought of how much
I want to crawl out of my own skin
the fluid motion of just dry swallowing
all my emotions
filthy
my throat sore from internal screaming
I need to be
anyone but me
Words by stef lai
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Written on 2020-07-22 at 12:19
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