i have spent 23 years shedding layers of myself crawling out of my skin all raw and red peeling away old memories and burying them hiding them from the animals of my past
i am a girl turned insideout wearing my heart like an outfit i am the alphabet backwards drunken and desperate for release
and what do i have to show for it but an empty phonebook with no contacts under the letters c, j, e, and s and a hollow memory of belonging
we all dream new futures and furnish new lives but did the walls of my home have to be built with bones?