Some days I am hideously alive
Decomposing memories
Deeply trenched in manipulation
Bloody noses and broken hearted…
dark circles and scabbed over
clotting and bruised
Festered wound pushing out poison.
Some days I am defective, calloused and weak
Some days I am gnawing and farel
Less human and more lizard
Puckered scars and blistered skin
Healing isn't always pretty
Some wounds get infected
Bones have to be reset…
Abscesses drained
I survived…
But I don't have the same skin
You wouldn't recognize me
I'm breathing
Some days that hurts