cuff my lips like the bile you keep biting your tongue around
wrap up my limbs, painted pink squeezing out the dissonance and defiance, oozing
the lengths you scrape my skin sting like last week's argument my throat's too wound to tell you the soft you won't touch burns
drenched and tripping over again for every man who's set me on fire to keep his idea of my form alive the sear of distaste like apathy
the bones of those who suffocated me with their suffering don't fit inside this body anymore i am bursting, every seam a corner to turn sunlit, anxious, promising