Lyrica

Here me.

Feel the words that I am thinking crowd the space between our souls.

Watch me breathe.

The rise and fall,

Redbone, these lungs.

Sense the mercury flowing through my veins.

Rays pumping ice necessary for survival. 

Observe the vines that lurk within me.

For they are not meant to touch.

You are unwelcome here.

I should not be felt.

You are unwelcome here.