We are all the same everywhere creating art
so why are we all screaming what do you want?
whisper to the pulsing tunnels of the shared heart.
Sing me whole with broken organ, love’s reverbed song
on my scarred tongue hearty full what of can be
trying to taste how long my being will belong.
Can you see the fear I hold or through my blurred doubt
daring to release it by piling scars
beyond the skin I am scared of being without
