Magic with Skin On

by Morgan Nikola-Wren

there's a sea of unsaid roaring through me;

something in the dark of me is begging to throw open its windows

the terrible truth is anything can look like love if you've got enough lonely in your eyes

give me a year and i'll be proud to recognize myself for now, i am busy unbecoming all the mistakes i swore i would never melt into "waste" seems such a cruel word for it but what else do you call all this time spent being a stranger to your spirit?