Feelings

I grew life inside my body
While my fears swarmed inside and devoured it.
My hands move on their own accord
Scratching my skin until it bleeds,
Stretching out 'till it reached my spine.

I heard the crack, and I feel it spreading all over my parts
My nails started digging
Broken lines on the back of my left hand

and these angry teeth took over by pulling the skin out

tearing it straight up to my shoulder.
There's blood everywhere
And my bones finally found their way to get out.

So I started counting
As they made their final relay.
Ready set go.
I, myself was their only audience,
So I cheer them up,
My voice is shaking
Go, go, go.
I scream " Go,
run,
leave." And I stopped.

I feel the sting.
And it started to contain me.
I search where it came from.
Not from my skin,
Not from my bones,
But from my throat
From my last words.

Go, run, leave.

Then it finally hit me.
I didn't realize that those words are more painful

than the pain itself.

I know from that moment as the tears blurred my eyes,
And few of my words clogged my throat,
Aside from my own pieces and skin and blood and bones,
There's one thing I can't seem to let out,

Feelings.

afternoon cries