You are under my skin
between the cracks
that even the world
cannot squeeze through
And your words
are venom
their weight, like the world
to heavy to bear
Still they ricochet
from within my walls
tearing through me like lightning
ice cold, and red hot
piercing, yet dull
empty, and full to the brim
with truth woven out of
loose threads
and patched with
false assumptions
on the things that I am
even though I am not
and the things that I hope
to become.
-J