My Body is a Skyscraper
My body is a skyscraper
Yeah you heard me right
It’s 6 miles high and made of glass
To stand out in the night
My body is a skyscraper
With legs of stainless steel
Holding up my giant frame
Made bigger with each meal
My body is a skyscraper
With metal in my teeth
With bloody tongue and broken lips
That make the devil weep
My body is a skyscraper
No plane can take me down
My chest is full of bullet shells
And my hair, a golden crown
My body is a skyscraper
I whisper to myself
And if you want to tear me down
You’ll need an army’s help
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I'm a Grad student now studying Biochemistry and Biophysics (not sure how I got there). I guess I've been using this site for nearly 8 years now though sometimes I went years without writing much of anything. I write what I feel and I write what I need to let go of. Sometimes I write about a dream or a nightmare I had, If I can tell the difference. I fell in love for poetry in high school and continued to write in college. I hope to publish a book someday as well (leave a comment if a poem speaks to you). P.S. My Instagram is @CottonCandyPoems
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