I am constantly living,
I breathe and breathe and breathe until I can’t exhale anymore,
until my lungs feel etched with pine needles.
it feels as though my body wants to invert itself inwards,
expose my bloody insides to the world,
my eyes embed themselves deeper into my skull,
without a glimmer or a hope,
I wish to shed my skin and reach the hard surface of my bones
And be back to stage one,
Where I rightfully belong.