Hrt
Since then these hands remain crossed
They make shapes in the light and obscure the dark
I am proud of what they are
And this voice has brought me something
When my ribcage wouldn't bend
I'm not sure what I owe my body
But I'll try to remember how it felt
You can tell the glass
I have shards in my skin
I can see myself fine without it
Autor(es): Printing Shed
