Body like a Bomb

Rain, strip me down to the marrow

Let the chill run through, let the wind in

I’m sick of holding up this crack-filled shield

Hunkering down into the basement just to hear the key click.

If you saw it, you’d get it or maybe you wouldn’t

Maybe that’s why I fight to find consolation in the bottom of the milk bag

Always a dark shape in the opaque

Or in the shower drain, always just a little too hot

Body like a bomb, or was it the mind?

Reviews

[Kesha]

very short and simple but it speaks alot i really liked this good job!

[Sweet Emotions]

Wow. There's clearly a lot of emotion behind this. I think it's good, but I'd like to see you add to it and make it longer.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

incredibly subtle implosion~ descriptives that stir the emotional imagination~