Behind my skin is cardboard
Bendable expendable
Thick walls of metal protecting the efficiency of my malnourished brain
Cords plugged in
The wrong places
There is no escaping the impossible beating of my liquid heart
It flutters at the most stupid times
But now the butterflies are moths eating at my
My rough exterior
What's the point of flying away when you will eventually touch the ground again
Words I used to say
Swimming in thick oatmeal
My
Alligator skin something I constantly live in
A black and blue
The modification of two swollen words
Black blue
Two open bruises
One choking on the prospect
Of loving the hives the cracked flesh peeling off the sharp jagged pieces of my own soul
My back hurts pretty sure that if don't lose
This overwhelming feeling of holding the weight of the whole flat earth on my broad shoulders
might kill me
The second
A great distance below my neck absorbing
My private thoughts
Hopes
And the dead flowers in the back of her car
A daisy with alligator petals
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