Haiku

There's this banging 

On the bars of my chest 

like xylophone bones, 

Just waiting to be played 

There is something waiting to 

The day you decide to stop looking in the mirror

Your Body

Like punctuation 

Stopping you in your tracks 

Puzzle Piecing your mouth shut 

I make new hues from my blue

Grey seeping through sleeping skin

Wide eyed with the anxiety hard wired into

The brain that holds the home of a body

I can’t find a home in

Sickening stomach twisting