stretch my skin from my body
because there is sorrow in my bones
that came from abuse that sang songs and disguised itself as misunderstood.
stretch my skin from my body.
put comfort there.
put musical notes of om in the roots of my heart strings that cry out in blood.
i will become powerful then.
i will break apart the ways of the day
with my bare hands.
i will put it in between my bold brave teeth.
and watch grief fall from my body.