Run With Scissors (Edit: DON’T)
My feet hurt whenever I walk
Even with my orthotics on
And any time I try to run
Tears pool as my bunions flare up
Turning the pain to 60 from 1
They say don't run with scissors
Or you'll hurt yourself
Yet that pain is not worse
Than the lines in my chest
And a blade
Covered in blood
The scars on my arms
And legs
They are easy to see
As well as the discoloration of my knees
The marks on my hands
Glow red in the cold on my fair Caucasian skin
The lines on my shins are from cleaning the shower
I knelt down in bleach for nearly an hour
The sizzling of my flesh
Like a back burner on in my brain
I never knew that bruises could scar
So they overlap
The more that I fall
‘till my knees are so tender
That it hurts
To pull
My pants
On
Echoes reverberate through my Bones
Marrow stunted by arthritic pains
Hands shaken with minute tremors
From the mountains of medications
Running through my veins
I have the face of a teenager
But only on good days
My body’s that crazy old man from Monty Python
And the soul of a witch hermit living in the mountain
My bones hurt when it rains
Joints swelling
Covered in puffy veins
I've been told I have the feet
Of a 40 year old man
And after a fall of 15 feet
I have the back to match
I think I can say without a doubt
I'll have arthritis before I'm 30
And legally blind to boot
But I can also say with similar confidence that
I've never run with scissors
And hurt myself