Endo-Exoskeleton

So within I become without.

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Leaning on myself, one foot catches another

and both end up tripping.

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Wind rips at my skin,

Tears through my ears and sticks like tacks in my brain.

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My body thuds deep within the Earth,

Winded, on solid ground.

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Bleary eyes bloodshot,

Dried and shifty - what time is it on the outside?

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Head shakes side to side,

It passes by uncounted, or unaccounted for.

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As I lay covered in dust,

Years become seconds as minutes ooze into hours.

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Time chips away at my spine,

All of my strength is tasked with outward form - rigid.

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But I can’t be held, with everything so slippery,

Deceptive and deceitful.

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So my skin flips inwards as my organs

Continue to pump, discordant.

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Can you see my heart,

Liver, and spleen?

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Their workday never done,

Glistening and writhing in a summer sun.

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Soon dried and viscous,

White bones peer through and rattle with disdain.

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Once structured but now desiccated,

Hollowed of marrow - void of regality.

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My jaw clicks open with a laugh,

Swaying loosely unhinged.

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Pointed at the absurdity of what remains -

No, my remains.

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Every sense that I had been,

Now lost in hope I can begin again.

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So without I become within.