"Today I am wearing lacy black underwear 
For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them 
And underneath that 
I am absolutely naked 
And I’ve got skin 
Miles and miles of skin
I’ve got skin to cover all my toughts like Saran Wrap
That you can see through to what leftovers are inside from the night before
And despite what you might think My skin is soft
And smooth
And easily scarred
But that doesn’t matter, right?
You don’t care about how soft my skin is
You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark
But what if all they do is crack open windows?
So I can see lightning through the clouds?
What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb
For a taste of fresher air?
What if all they reach for is a notebook to scribble if not a hand to hold?
But that’s not the story you want
You are licking your lips and baring your teeth
Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going in
I don’t need to be the water in the well
I don’t need to be the well
But i’d like to not be the ground anymore
I’d like to not be the thing people dig their hands in".