what i can see
only darkness that surrounds me.
shadows to hide my frail frame
from the beating of the world.
demons to comfort me
from the unbridled vexation of red hot fists.
arms reaching out
clawing at my skin
peeing back layers
expecting to uncover secrets kept hidden underground.
my tattered protective layers
they hang limp off of my body.
allowing sunlight to rinse my translucent skin
of every sin i committed.
allowing rays of intense heat to etch words into each flimsy bone.
leaving eternal messages to rest at the case of my skull
making their way to my soul.
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poetrythis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
