Wounds Down My Spine

Every inch
Holds another story
From behind my neck
and down my spine.

Like open wounds,
like open wounds.
oh it hurts.

one at a time,
where to begin.

the neck,
left shoulder,
behind the heart.

Afraid to look
the neck
throat
someone help.
but no one can.
Each toe bends backwards.

How do I help,
Do you need care.

I’m sorry I ignored you.
Remember every moment
In the apartment
Or in the yard.

People everywhere
I couldn’t feel more alone.

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