My skin stretches across my bones

My skin stretches across my bones
I am so aware of the parting of my lips
The sting of my eyes
Shallow breaths, fill me up like a dripping faucet
I am so aware of the air around me
And If I stay perfectly still
I can feel the heat moving around me
My jeans stretch across my legs
My hair falls across my face
I feel the soreness of my broken fingers
From falling out of chances
And into this abyss
My clock is a green light in a dark room
And four a.m is my ending
And six a.m is my beginning
It clicks when the time changes
My bones shift when I breathe
And I need silence
So I don’t breathe

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Comments
Hi Angela, this poem reminds me of my younger days when I would suffer from isomnia / psychosis due to my weekend activities. I realise it's probably not about that though. Good poem.
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