6-1-20 Thin

 •thin•

the dirt stole my courage 

my hands grip my shoulders 

I cross my legs until the insides of my thighs go numb 

I melt in front of the mirror in my room 

I look as though I was never meant to walk 

My bones rattle as I take each step down my stairs 

Dragging every last part of myself just to come right back to the dirt where it all started 

i’m not sure if the dirt ever stole my courage 

I may have planted it there 

No water 

No sun 

and i’ll never have the motivation to dig it back up