If you touch my skin in just the right way
You can feel them.
Mountainous caverns of flesh
Hinting at a past less obvious to those
Who are less observant.
Displaying my story like engraved tombstones
Marking the forever home
Of thousands before me
People six feet under the earth,
They're screaming to me.
I can hear them shouting
Breathe! Breathe!
They bellow through the hard earth
Breathe me in and out of your beautiful,
Living lungs.
Breathe me in like light,
Like love,
Like I'm the last breath before downing,
Like I'm the last breath before death.
Because while in down here
Emits the dead and the dirt,
You're out walking, talking, living, breathing, seeing, singing, loving.
I only hope you continue,
Until your death takes that chance away.
And I finally understand why me.
I was chosen to bear this shame
With me where ever I go because I can go
Just as easily as I can stay
And I can hate them
Just as easily as I can prey
So I carry them with me.
And I live with them.
Because even though they hurt to look at most days,
Even though they cut through me so deeply,
They prove that I'm still here,
That I'm still living this life
In this broken, open world.
And there's nothing,
You can do,
That'll
Stop me.
~ Abby🌹
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