Here in this world my skull feels like its cracking
here in the holding place
my bones are fragile
like cinderblocks
and death is drilling

I tilt my head down
it feels like the bones in it are breaking
but then I wish for the quiet place
the place that isn't of this body
the place I can hardly feel sometimes
yet I know it still exists

Mostly I feel it when I go outside
when I see the moon
the dark sky
I get a flash of it
it comes in little waves
it washes over me
it soothes my bones

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