Across the glimmering gashes, shy and uneasy, not quite there but nearly. I want to show you my insides. I want to share with you the pieces in me that are hidden.
Burning, broken blisters, reveal themselves; unashamed parts in me that glisten, unspoken and insane.
Silken grace, stricken down by ignorance. I see your face, mocking my intelligence.
Maybe my insides are best left hidden, locked away, unridden, wearing me away, day by day, by day, by day..
How far really, is death away?