"Our bodies,dangling flesh from bones.If I take offmy skin and hangit up to dry, willyou still..."

“Our bodies,

dangling flesh

from bones.

If I take off

my skin and hang

it up to dry, will

you still want me

once the morning

light shows the truth

of my fragile anatomy?

We are made-up

of so much, and still

I have nothing

to give to you.

Nothing left to offer.

I am an empty shell

of affections

that never seem to be

strong enough to prove

to you that this is it,

this is all I have.

So toss me into

the sea, back to where

you found me

in the first place.

My home

is calling for

my safe return.

I must go back.

Can’t you understand,

it’s the only place

where I know

I’m supposed to be.”

- "Flesh," - Colleen Brown