I watch as my skin stretches
across the hard inner shell
of myself, my nails grasp
at this fading bodya quiet presence,
of which may louden
at my own accord;
however, only I can hear
the shouts and screams
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poems vol. II
PoetryThe second volume in my poetry series, containing some more of my works. You can see my poems as I write them on tumblr, @aslice-ofpoetry note: these poems are from a bit ago - you can see my more recent works in volume III :)
bones
I watch as my skin stretches
across the hard inner shell
of myself, my nails grasp
at this fading bodya quiet presence,
of which may louden
at my own accord;
however, only I can hear
the shouts and screams