some days, i could shatter every single bone in my body. throw my arms & legs into the hard concrete, crack my skull on the hard wood floor. slam my bloody, broken knuckles on the wall. slice open my feet with shattered glass, & break my nose with my own goddamn bloody knuckles.
and then on other days, i could lather my body in nice smelling lotions, & wash my face with delicate hands. i could massage my hair with soap, & let my natural curls bounce as i walk. i could put on soft make up, & nice clothes.
because on some days i am a soft girl, & on others i am broken.
