press my temples and pull tight my jaw.
hands tremble and shake,
the ruptures never stopping as i hold my hands loosely,
pulling the white paper that they call skin for some kind of comfort,
i don't find any.
break a leg and teeth gnawed.
YOU ARE READING
comfort like paper.
PoetryBlanking out and writing poetry before passing out due to exhaustion ? yes please. ~body like a natural disaster , probably because i am a natural disaster.
