Cold Toes

My body isn’t mine

After hand

after hand

after hand

I can barely feel my toes

My skin feels unfamiliar

Scars pile up like books

Collecting dust, never getting read properly

Never knowing how they arrived

A brain swarmed with false positives

Hugs of hate

Throwing up an apology

polishing off your lies

I swallow your clutter with a gulp

-Shealyn Shea Lyn