I’ve walked through fire.
The holes in my ears are nothing.
I’m tattooed in ways you can’t even see, baby.
Scar tissue is the blanket I tuck myself beneath.
Can you still smell the smoke, I wonder?
Would you like to see all the ways I can fall apart?
I’m waiting for the world to become sharp again.
Ever wonder if anything’s forever?
I’d ask you to wake me, but I never sleep.
There’s a dark wolf inside, he bites my arms from time to time.
No, I’m not your nail polished roses or your soda pop sneakers.
You’ll never chip away my skin.