My body

Do you think I would wither away, if you let go of my hand?

Do you think my red cheeks would fade, if you didn't kiss them again?

Do you simply not see who I am, because of your love's blindness?

Did you think my bones would shatter in grand agony, if you didn’t promise them, to hold them together, forever, with the edges of your palms?

Did you not know the depth behind my wails and tantrums, did you see me as only a hysteric child?

If you had soothed the scars you left on my skin, the shameful marks of my kin, you would've known the distance you need to dig

down, down and down

To find the ashes of a once cherished dynamite.