I look at my chest the way I'd look at a wound I know it's a part of me, I know it's there, But it feels temporary, And a little gross, Like when I sliced my thumb On glass at 1am. My binder is a bandage And it's hard to take it off, Because I feel the wound open up, And my back hurts from wearing the bandage, But it's so much better than Seeing where my skin splits in two