Look At Me
Soft, like honey
Fat spills and skin deflates
It coats me slow
Trespassing, and guilty
Concrete is so soothing;
Bare soles shuffling
It is thudding

Jolted and jarred
I think I cracked a rib
Warm flesh. So wet
And stripped like bark from bone
Uprooted from a seed
Yet still it is budding

And still, still it is thudding

Look at Me