With breath and life I come real fast and move into those places of comfort - cravings replaced with food until I'm dire again and drown in sin with sores in my mouth from the words that won't come out- bitten up from time to time and the measurement of life shortened. 

Grief has come and gone but it changed my face, leaving lines and scars and bags beneath my eyes that cannot be erased just touched with grace---

Unacceptance of self---defenseless in the night of absent youths on fire.