notes to you

15 // water

cold floor running its hands down my back,
i lie awake, bare naked, my sins cradling me.
breath hitching in my throat,
the very responsibility of breathing heavy on my chest.
have me at my rawest,
i have nothing to lose.
all my flaws and insecurities are out there,
like pages flying down a flight of stairs,
grab one and read through my soul.
hands feeling the depths of my being,
skin being picked like guitar strings.
cold drops of water trickling down my shoulders,
i lie awake and exposed.
no longer are chains pulling my arms,
the devil is dragging me across the concrete,
pulling me by me feet.
stains left on my existence,
unwashable, unremovable, covering me in filth.
i claw at my skin but to no avail.
i'm still me, like i was, like i always will be.
stuck in the flesh, when i'd rather be anywhere else.
my paper skin is marked with dark ink,
it wouldn't matter if i tore it apart, it'll remain.
i know because i've tried.

-s