I want to step right out of this skin I'm in.
Shed the person I no longer want to be...

Your talent for control
over elements...

I keep my tears in a bottle...

Enough of being serious.
I've had enough...

"I don't have anything,"
you declare as you lay your...

The blaming game drags, pushes and shoves the
guiltless conscience you've been dreaming of...

Fumbling through files,
I come upon an ancient artifact...

Razorblades jive across my tender flesh
as you dig your way inside me, deep...

Right now I need to burrow my head under my arms,
close my eyes and hide until this litany of fear...

Each scar, each indentation-
Reminders of an altered self...

Enclose me in your most vivid terror-
Swallow swiftly the texture surrounding...

Vacancy and Occupied are spectral extremities;
neither are meant to endure forever...