You constantly make it impossible to make conversation
Keep us comatose but audible
And I like it, the farther I get out. — Brand New
sensitivity pricks my skin
like a mosquito who sucks my blood
and leaves its mark.
my core, my spirit;
it’s rooted in fortitude;
in its most primal state.
it had to be that way; it is that way.
sensitivity punctures holes that
can insulate and isolate;
opposing forces; human nature;
to avoid pain.