Your spine against my mind
Knuckles that hesitate in line
Protruding parades of orchestral shapes
No one can see me but you
No one can feel me like the truth
Traveling down
One rib at a time
Cracking me open
Hoping it will hold them
The gore behind the smile
Scars that are older than time
Forests loom
Where bones bloom
Fractured roots that bind your wounds
Internalised
Stigmatised
Claim the grove that sprouts in your bones
Diluted distress of ancestral veins
Holding you closer
Wishing you would know them
Bound beneath their rust
Visions that tear apart your trust
Shadows loom
In tortured womb
Fractured roots that bane your wounds
Internalised
Stigmatised
Maim the grove that sprouts in your bones
Forests loom
Where bones bloom
Fractured roots that bind your wounds
Internalised
Stigmatised
Claim the grove that sprouts in your bones