It just had to be written. You know how it is...
Piece me back from shards of bone
Of color so white, of strength unknown.
Lay me out and sew me shut
With stitches too small, and thread uncut.
Wipe me clean of words that stick
To skin so thin, in layers so thick.
Pat me dry from tears long wept
Of hopes so lost and homes unkept.
Pull my thoughts from a hole so dark
That for fear of flame, a fire will spark.
Mold my face to match your pain
Numb from cold, blurred from rain.
Tie me up to set me free
Hold me down to let me be
Send me here to forget my face
Show me off – then leave this place.