I Need To Feel Alive


I need to feel the dirt caked on my bare feet

I need to feel the mud in my teeth

I need to smell the grass

While it sticks out of my ratted hair

I need to feel alive

Because I’ve never felt more dead

With a knife pressed against my porcelain skin

I lost who I was


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