every 7 years, every cell in your body is new
one day no cell in my body will remember this
to hold on to it, I’d have to stop living and to keep living I’ll have to let it die with my cells

every 7 years, every cell in your body is new
i am trapped in an in between point
the most severe acts my body had been subjected to have melted to the pressure of time, being as much a part of me as old hair on a brush or fingerprints on a mirror
it’s results on my mind still linger on my skin, begging my hands to hold onto it still
my body rejects my bed, my brain holding onto consciousness through my heavy drowsiness
my heart begs my body to let go, rope burns on my hands swell and fester, bleeding as my fingers grip harder