A Callous Contraction

Nightly I take this mist inside of me,
Remove letters and add an apostrophe
To create from myself
A contracted form
To rise as with the sun.

My letters and the truths in those slants of ink
Are carved at the base of my spine,
And they bleed out as rhyme from my fingertips.

Unravel my contracted spine, if you dare
To discover the letters hiding there,
For all you see before you now
Is mere abbreviation.