untitled kintsugi skull poem
cw: self-harm / violence towards self, body horror injury, gore
under all my flesh, am i human? i feel only the bare skin of my bones i am solid and hardened and strong i am the last to feel the cold under too much pressure, i'll fracture and break and i will never be the same again so my skull imprisons the pain quarantines it but now i wish to break it open not like glass but like the shell of a rotting fruit under an uncaring boot and they'll find the pieces of me afterwards and seal up the cracks with gold and place upon my head a crown for protection