I don't feel my ribs,
and I can't feel my chest.
I'm just going to keep hidden from the rest;
rest of everything.
Oh, but I do feel something, actually.
The hard swelling of my heart.
The dwelling of what I think is a soul.

Hello, are you the one?
The one to see me through?
I am a missing person.
I linger in your bones.
I fit in your skin.
I swear I do, I fit right in.
Bind me from doing harm
to others, but never from myself.
For I am nothing but a bundle of flesh.
And I am slipping away.

A shadow on the wall since the beginning of time
Doesn't like writing poems composed of rhyme
And while she likes to pretend she's real
She can't explain why she doesn't feel
But it's okay, because a day passes
She likes watching the masses
She doesn't need a savior or a soul
She doesn't need love or a home
A nest built inside the rib cage
To nest a pile of burning sage
Smoke billowing out of her mouth
An elephant choking her by it's snout
Eyes hollowed out by butterflies
And empty mouth filled with empty cries