I’m gunna fall
out of my skin
And lay in a puddle
on the floor
if I hear your name
slither into my ear
and coil up next to my brain
one more time.
Your name
constricts my mind
until it’s numb of thoughts.
I’m gunna fall
out of my skin
if I have to see you again.
Let me melt into the walls
whenever that day comes.
I don’t wanna be in my body for that.
Can I fall
out of my skin
and go find someone’s else,
in hopes to fit a little tighter-
more comfortably.
I don’t wanna be in this skin anymore—
We don’t get along
when my heart hurts
and my head is at odds with itself.
Don’t make me sleep
another night in this shell
that echoes with emptiness
when I walk.
I’m afraid people can hear
my hollowness screaming
that the seams are bursting-
vomiting a whole lot of me all over.
My skin can’t contain
my thoughts anymore.
She’s not me—
And I can’t pretend to be her.
I’m jumping with
or without my shell.
Hopefully some other skin
will catch my soul.
Because I’m in desperate need of catching.
Lindsey Hardy is a student at West Chester University. LH911835@wcupa.edu