Skin Deep

“Goodbye,” she said.

I broke my arm when I was younger,

but I’d give away all of my bones

to have her there with me.

If she could take my eclipsed soul and

tie it to hers,

I wouldn’t dare do anything else.

There have been many shots

and tossing nights in bed

and late night conversations with people

I don’t even remember anymore.

Now I know my soul is not tethered,

that I’ve no soul mate.

I’ve been looking for home in all the wrong places

in this world.

I scrape a razor across my jawline

only to remember that home is skin deep.

I am in the carcass I will die in,

and so a goodbye will not kill me.

Selling my soul will.


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