My spine is kissing the ground
And I’m looking up at planets dying out

I wonder if my death will ever be that bright

There’s a constellation of bruises on my shoulders
In the pattern of raindrops
And everything is dusty and damp

It hasn’t been bright inside of me in longer than I can remember

And I don’t remember what you feel like
I don’t remember feeling at all
Or what skin feels like when it’s not puckered into white lines

I’m as dark as ashes

Maybe that’s all I am today.