Biting bitten lips
Your body is inescapable and a temple all in one
Can you believe the smiles that crack the dried skin held together by saliva, courage, and mediocrity,
You lay in bed with a lead pipe feeding through your lungs
You breathe as mucus drips, a soft echo inside the metal,
Stale granola crumbs still sit upon your nose and you don’t have the energy to swat them away like flies upon rotting fruit
You’ve become too sweet, too weak
Your skin bruising without warning
You love the strange lingering pain but you wish you could tap at it with the exhausted arms at your sides
I’m sorry but you’re left to feel as big as you are, taking the space you have claimed
I know you want to feel small, but if you do that, you may not wake up
Let yourself heal in the space you are given so you can shrink when the time calls for it
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
Biting bitten lips
Your body is inescapable and a temple all in one
Can you believe the smiles that crack the dried skin held together by saliva, courage, and mediocrity,
You lay in bed with a lead pipe feeding through your lungs
You breathe as mucus drips, a soft echo inside the metal,
Stale granola crumbs still sit upon your nose and you don’t have the energy to swat them away like flies upon rotting fruit
You’ve become too sweet, too weak
Your skin bruising without warning
You love the strange lingering pain but you wish you could tap at it with the exhausted arms at your sides
I’m sorry but you’re left to feel as big as you are, taking the space you have claimed
I know you want to feel small, but if you do that, you may not wake up
Let yourself heal in the space you are given so you can shrink when the time calls for it
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