The Essence Of Who I Am

i have caution tape on the end of my fingertips.

i have a crown of roses tangled in my hair.

i love you is laced through my lips.

a cloth tries to cover all my skin but my brokenness has spilled everywhere.

glass is shredded into my hips and my tounge has forgotten how to share.

the tape reads “caution don’t touch her”, for she is a nightmare.