Unstitch My Skin

I, too, have travelled to the black abyss. I know its sharp, steep descent, the layer of loss that adheres to your skin, thick and palpable is the despair.

I’d bend myself backwards and unstitch my skin so it is your pain I’m wearing, and you could have my heart that holds the moon at midnight, calm, leading waves across a still and understanding shore.

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