Come what shall,
I am ready

You taught me how to love

I'd like to think
wind can still enter
after I've closed the windows

I caressed the edges
of the knives in my back

Memorized every *****
in my thorns

Reviewed my way
around my scars

And recited
the ugly words

I made peace
with the past
and whispered
what I needed to say

It consumes me no more

I grew thick skin
It can no longer chew
My meat became bitter
Like coffee brewed


I've decided to become inconsumable

It fills your ears

I thought it was for motivation

but now I know,
it's to cover the sighs

and subtle cries.

The pounding hearts,

and accidental treadmill farts

Sweat drips,

and constant water sips.

Yeah it's for motivation.

But what if the sounds we're supposed to hate,

motivate.

Grey rainbows
Empty shells
Weakness in abundance
Burning smiles
Unfocused lenses
Weakness
Forgiveness
Depth of salt
Swim or float?