yard sale

you can have my body every hair on my goddamn head the millions of freckles that cover every inch of me my arms, my face, my chest, my back, my legs even the odd one on the inside of my right thumb hell, take them all. take every cell that i’m composed of, take my entire organ system take every chemical that prompts me to feel. consider it all yours. you can have my body. but you’ll never touch my soul.