I see how the light can grow dim, even when I am am wide open.
The haze will dry thinner than the pinhole we try to stuff ourselves in.
Even though we try harder to save ourselves from angels hiding under our skin.
We will never win. Never ever really win. Nothing you can ever say can ever bring it all back again.
Twisting up and feeling cracked bones. Practicing at building muscle tone.
Un-capped pig-tailed wires shock me out of existence.
Begging for assistance to keep my head above the water that pulls me in-
to a passing whim. Wind blows my wings down, holding them in.
Legs locked as in a dream. Ones you can't even scream
out above the darkness. Waking up is not an option.
When laying beside the beast who bites my head off just because I am standing
Don't run away.
These hands are not my own.
My hands across your face.
You won't be torn.
From these hands I was born!
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