KNITTED TO MY SKIN
the spite, the grief and their sadness are well knitted to my skin the hatred they dish upon them, I will never wish I stay hurt but relaxed they still locate me in my private corners let me be, let me breathe in silence, I recite the creed I am always the target they want to incarcerate me in their locket but here I am, as free as a bird to them.. it’s weird their gaze’ always watching angers brewing, bellies churning ask me what I did to deserve this they just don’t want me to smile in peace their hates well knitted to my skin stuck to my throat like a fish’s fin ask me if this is ending any time soon probably until the demise of the moon @talk2leigh (X & insta) 6:08am 10 Aug 2026
