There is a quality to the way the wind moves like...
Slides her fingers through my hair...

Remove my skin here
You can trace the indentations here...

Fingertips touch woven lines
And smear the charcoal tears...

Imagine those days once, when it was easy just to...
When just the act of breathing didnt hurt the...

Soft touches are apart from this
As are all the kindness shes missed...

And I am everything I try not to be.
Everyday I wake up and I curse...

You can get lost easily in a field of this
With the sun beating down the way it is, and your...

With a handful, she surrenders to the wind. And in...
Shes afraid. Only slightly. Everything she was...

In opening new doors, old ones close.
Leaving only old windows as the escape hatch...

Her brush touches the canvas; soft strokes along...
This page. As that pen scrawls across that page...

She yanks her blade free; probably just as a...
Her sister seizes the next offender, tearing them...

Watch me peel back the skin
For now, its only my shell...