Brittle enamel chomped into;
splintered to words that were miscomprehended.
You were so mislabled.
When did i all come down to a call,
leaving muscule and bone and raw and bleeding?
Teriffied of the words; couldn't bring myself to speak.
Just self-doubting and self-dieing.
Swirling mucus when tears were cried,
never cleaned up, still hidden under the rubble
of the last and latest attack.
These bones are baring,
do you see them?
These muscles are aching,
do you see them?
do you see them?
do you see them?
do you see me?
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