bare

there’s an itch on her skin that’s driving her crazy

she digs her nails into her skin and scratches

scratches and scratches until her skin flake like shards of glass

but it’s still not enough

she burrows into her flesh and digs further,

tears her muscles from her bones

like it’s made of paper,

graps hold of her ribs and crushes them

until they become dust and pile on the floor

and then wretches her lungs from the chest

rips her face and lets it shatter

on the floor, in ripples

doesn’t stop until there’s only skeleton left,

with no ribs and just her heart

only his arms holding her up

his kisses giving her oxygen