Bones and organs break in different manners.
The ones going on in me are silent and they shall remain in their codes but
I want it to be loud, for me to be acknowledged
Please, run your hands across the shards and turn every piece into fine dust.
Bring them home.
I hope you slather yourself red in them before you go to sleep at night,
Red dead paint will lull you into deep sleep.
I'll meet you in your dream.
I'll meet you there.
