pick a place where no one sees you
hide away where shadows crawl
underneath the skin he feeds you
curled up in a little ball
wonder where the fine line enters
wonder where the seam unfolds
you are not the soothing mender
you are lamb and you are foal
i step unto the precipice
the waves have only grown
i look upon my arm and see them
along your scars that line my own
curiosity holds me by the neck,
she bites and gnashes on my bone,
if i pick at the scab that you left,
will i finally be whole?
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 11:12 PM UTC
pick a place where no one sees you
hide away where shadows crawl
underneath the skin he feeds you
curled up in a little ball
wonder where the fine line enters
wonder where the seam unfolds
you are not the soothing mender
you are lamb and you are foal
i step unto the precipice
the waves have only grown
i look upon my arm and see them
along your scars that line my own
curiosity holds me by the neck,
she bites and gnashes on my bone,
if i pick at the scab that you left,
will i finally be whole?
