As the sun rolls over Eden,
Warm and bright and east of me,
It is dark and I'm still sleepin'
Just outside Gethsemane.
Ribs don't come in plastic shrink wrap.
You couldn't buy one if they did.
If you slipped one in your jacket,
You couldn't fit it in your skin.
I have scratches on my scratches,
Claw marks on my claw mark scars.
You wouldn't think for all those badges
It was me who broke your heart.
A contest entry
- AP Contest by Aurielle.
400 points, ended July 23, 29 entries
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