i glare at the mirror
slowly tracing the jagged bones
that rise beneath my skin
shown through bruises and blisters
a worn‑out map
charting every place I’ve passed through
to become this shape.
each sharp edge grinds
against my flaking skin,
carved by the stares of others
by doubts that linger too long
by silent screams
becoming coil around my throat
like climbing creeping ivy
stealing my hopeless breath
leaving these imperfect lines
carved across me.
i am still grasping for air
as the ivy tightens slowly each day
allowing my bones to pierce
till they bleed
turning my map into a skeleton
ending this story.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 6:17 PM UTC
i glare at the mirror
slowly tracing the jagged bones
that rise beneath my skin
shown through bruises and blisters
a worn‑out map
charting every place I’ve passed through
to become this shape.
each sharp edge grinds
against my flaking skin,
carved by the stares of others
by doubts that linger too long
by silent screams
becoming coil around my throat
like climbing creeping ivy
stealing my hopeless breath
leaving these imperfect lines
carved across me.
i am still grasping for air
as the ivy tightens slowly each day
allowing my bones to pierce
till they bleed
turning my map into a skeleton
ending this story.
