Rage:
What’s the view like
from your throne?
Can you see me yet?
(I don’t think you ever saw me at all)
Can you hear the skin
fall from my shoulders?
It’s so much easier
to keep it physical.

Longing:
I’ll bring you my ruined skin.
Maybe then you'll believe that
this is hard for me too.

Forget:
I drew what resembles maps on my skin
it now only resembles ruins.