We’re tangled by our ribs, marrow weeping
if you could just put me down, I could cut the feeling
but when the air comes in and my lungs expand
there’s a little bit here that isn’t you
there are moments where the muscles don’t rip away
and I walk to figure out my pace
but ribs rubbing on ribs and
micro-tears, it’s enough
it’s enough and I want to give up
Could I have seen you coming,
the impact of our first collision?
the consequences of being naive,
when all I needed was to breathe
I’m just a vessel for dying cells
my inner arcade, collide and reload
you count down every coin
and I pray as my hands shake
for just a little more time
I was born with your voice in my head
you had me before I could be me,
before I had a light in me.
The art of spilling over 