A Broken Poem That Worries Over a Potentially Broken Body
It’s been a
Since I’ve felt
Is the proper word to describe this feeling
I don’t know.
All I know
Is that my bones won’t settle,
My skin won’t feel,
And my brain won’t rest.
Why does my skin itch?
Why can’t I feel the nails clawing at my skin?
Where do the lines of rashes come from?
Why am I
I feel like I own skin as thick as a rhinos
Because I can’t comprehend the thinness of my humanness.