I sat and watched a bug crawl across your skin
From your leg to your hand to your wrist,
to the scars up your arm.
Scars I’ve never noticed,
Scars that look familiar,
Scars that amount to more than mine.
And I looked to see that
My skin appeared to be held together by spiderwebs.
I felt ugly.
I felt human.
And then the sun shone brighter
and I was a million little stained glass pieces.
A million little stained glass pieces held together by spiderwebs.
I folded into myself and
tried to listen to the choir sing
But they were too far away.
I was alone.
I knew you were too.
Alone with the sunshine. Alone in our stained glass.
I just sat there in the grass,
folding and unfolding.
Letting the sun shine into me.
To be under our skin and
To see the way all our little fragments shone.
I wonder how we would look turned inside out.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
I sat and watched a bug crawl across your skin
From your leg to your hand to your wrist,
to the scars up your arm.
Scars I’ve never noticed,
Scars that look familiar,
Scars that amount to more than mine.
And I looked to see that
My skin appeared to be held together by spiderwebs.
I felt ugly.
I felt human.
And then the sun shone brighter
and I was a million little stained glass pieces.
A million little stained glass pieces held together by spiderwebs.
I folded into myself and
tried to listen to the choir sing
But they were too far away.
I was alone.
I knew you were too.
Alone with the sunshine. Alone in our stained glass.
I just sat there in the grass,
folding and unfolding.
Letting the sun shine into me.
To be under our skin and
To see the way all our little fragments shone.
I wonder how we would look turned inside out.
