My sternum hums at 2 AM
A frequency only my ribs can hear
I press my palm against bone
Feel the vibration like a trapped bird
My lungs have learned to fold
Origami organs making space
For all the air I forgot to breathe
For all the words I swallowed whole
The skin between
My thumb and index finger
Thinned from wringing hands
Now transparent enough to see
The blue rivers rushing beneath
My jaw clicks when I lie
A tiny betrayal in the hinge
Mouth opening before permission
Closing around unsaid prayers
My throat holds a third option
That lives in the space between
Swallowing and screaming
The bruises on my thighs
Developed their own language
Purple hieroglyphs explaining
What my lips refuse to translate
My heartbeat learned Morse code
Tapping messages against my ribs
SOS but nobody's listening
Or maybe nobody knows
How to read it
My stomach contains knots
That aren't metaphor
Actual twisting
Like rope trying to hang itself
My eyes have started unfocusing
As if looking at something
Just beyond the edge of vision
Something only I can see
My body is a house
Haunted by its owner
And I keep walking through rooms
Wondering who keeps
Breaking the glass