I wake up every morning
In this skin.
Soft to the touch
This caramel barrier is stronger than me
See
As I trace the battle scars
I remember
Every cut, scrape, and stab
Every burn, sting, and bite
Of loneliness and despair
That caused tattery and wear
Upon my skin.
Branding my experiences
Throughout the years
Upon me.
Telling
Of my Iliad
Endless siege upon me
A blessed curse of the living
But my skin never gives in.
