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We circle around the edge

Keeping distance at maximum

Hands don’t stretch like they used to

Rings fall off hands when worked to bone

The heart is easily seen through a body starved of love

And through it all the rib cage is begging for demolition



Sometimes I feel like a refugee

A pitched tent permanently defined as skin

Draped over a skeleton that I fear may be hollow



This doesn’t make too much sense

I am unaware of where it all comes from

But it comes and never deadens its desire for eruption

Feelings boiling under the surface

Freezing just shy of breaking the skin

A bruise never scars, but it never escapes



Sometimes I feel like an alien

Dropped off and depressed in an unfamiliar place

But this is where I’ve been my whole life, so something’s not right



A bruise never scars, but it never escapes