Static energy plays harmony on my hair,
Scatty emotions embellished in my skin
Like pricks from needles,
Blood only leaks through slowly,
And so like the blood and it’s source,
I become frozen,
My body feels cold and rigid,
tight knit knots clenching up in my shoulders,
as if habitual,
as if its the only way to live,
so now I live with volcanoes in my back,
touch and I will scream,
all that was seen, touched and thrown,
now home in my skin.