4-29-17 Progress

 i'm a working progress

my bones still crack easily

my back is still hunched

my blood is thin 

my hair is tangled

my eyes are still being colored in

I have paint on my hands 

but my body is not my own masterpiece 

I am only the keeper 

If I drew on my own skin, the infection would spread

only You can put me back together again

perfectly placed

In your own image

 •progress•

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