My body
Don’t go in a straight line, no
It winds, twists and whatever it wants
It gets
It’s got a mind of it’s own
It fades in and out of seasons
While I sink like a stone
My body of water runs me over
And smoothes to the bone
It’s like it just knows
My body’s a story that crawls
A vine that climbs through the cracks in walls
Strangled spines of histories and horrors
Where the mystery’s a moral I skip for the ending every time
It’s unraveling riddles
While I bleed from the kill
And dazed from the thrill
I catch a glimpse in the mirror
Transposed like a sequel
Much more substance than equal
Look at yourself
What is this mess
Can you know