feel forward, don’t get touched by your own skin while everything is over you. how do you get out of the only thing that protects you with a quivering stitch and makes you feel while your slow heart has stopped trying to win the race it had with the heavy limbs and crooked bones that kept you walking with thin layers of mind and thinner senses to feel the rest of you. it’s moving on and you’re still not ready to move an inch from the spot i’ve last seated you. you’re stubborn in your whole flesh that has pulled me back and only let me stay on tip toe with the clicking clocks that start to build up in your appearance. my secrets have become the things i need to tell myself and i’ve lost count because my ears are being overplayed with the glare you give me and the many chains you’ve put on my feet to keep me here while my screaming has become a whisper with the tears that i made running down your face.