Pull the shadows from my skin
taking nothing out of something
as if a small child
uprooting a plant
too soon
from the depths of my brain.

swelling,
my eyes draw rain
deep as the bottom of the ocean.
as the viens curve down my neck
trying to plant myself
back inside.

Now I somehow know what it feels like
to be empty
without missing a piece.
to be broken
but already healed together.
and to be naked
inside layers upon layers
of heavy cotton.

this darkness
is talked about in stories.
but what they don't know...

..its been here all along