Hideaway

My place is between the sentences, hidden behind words, squeezed into letters

Wednesday, December 02, 2015

Skinless

Her tears feel like acid
Carelessly melting the flesh and the bone
His anger cuts like a knife
I’m Blurry, almost non existing


Your aggression a fresh bruise
Walking skinless among men
No physical form
Sensing the pain, the hopelessness
Powerless 


Wishing to gain form
So I could reach out
But I could reach out
I can’t help
I could be there


I was there
Many times before
She needed me, he needed me
We never stop needing

Skinless