just a bunch of random

flesh and crunching bone

Piercing through brain matter

Infected but not cursed

Healing

Soft and patient

yearning

Heart still beats loudly

Polka dots clashing with plaid

Wrap me up

Chrysalis

I think if I change my body I will be free from the touch of calloused hands and fingertips placed around my wrists

Definition forming like mountains across my shoulders

My plates shift and I no longer erode

Range and exhumation

Pull myself up

Desalinate

You offered me a cup and held it my lips

after removal of volatile components

Pulled away into the waves

Toss and turned

Lost among the tumultuous waves

Can thoughts of people be intrusive

driftwood washing up gently on the shore

Easing on the sand

Smooth but splintered

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