Skin

do you ever notice some days

your skin just doesn’t fit right

struggling, stretching and twisting

you are caught in your own tangled web

when the pressure against you pushes

and the weight falls heavy and hard

your screams are covered in silence

the façade, the walls closing in

how do you push the boundaries

of a veil that blocks out the light

how do you stretch the limits

of skin that is too tight

can you find the place where the seams

fit together and become one

and rip and tear and pull

until the thread finally lets go

can you grasp with bleeding fingers

and pull with all your strength

or do you simply surrender and sink

beneath the weight of your cloak of skin

can you run as fast as you can

as the breath is ripped from your lungs

can you push even harder still

until your muscles begin to scream

do you find yourself covered in sweat

shivering and shaking and cold

exhausted, with nothing left

yet still, your skin does not fit