Been so long I couldn’t describe
That warm steel against my side ‘til now
Its grip is my grip, its teeth bite as I clench mine
Just a reassurance is all, that I’m alive, and
There’s something in here
A kick or slap to wake you up, the welling
Inside wells outside its droplets of heat,
Its angry screams and
That uneasy silence foreboding and withholding.
It tracks a journey to say I’ve been here
I’ve been here before, look, I can see this mark
It’s with me as my reassurance, my
Imaginary friend made real
The shell that’s supposed to protect me from this hell
Is cracked by my own hand
Then I can sigh with relief
-Ste