My ribs have scripts written in them
Like prayers given from the angels above
Soft spoken, yet soul wavering
If you broke up my body like she did
You would find a wounded soul with shattered ribs
With punctured lungs
With ink stains in place of blood
For these words I bleed upon paper are my form of prayer
God , almighty
So beautiful , so high in power
I place my trust in you
I place my whole being upon you