skinblade

I adjust my position too late – I’ve got a cramp in my side
and I can’t seem to shake the feeling of nausea as I
feel my heart tremble with fear,
hear my breathing come to a stop,
smell the burning of hope,
and taste the copper in my mouth
from the night before.

You’re taking your words back now but I’m open wide
and I can’t seem to wake from  peeling apart as I
steel my nerves to move forward,
steer my thoughts towards the positive,
tell you as plain as I can,
that even though you make me doubt
I’m still here like before.