Tighter Than Skin Poem by Kathryn Garner

These feelings go so much deeper than skin
Craving to feel alive again
Give me a gun to prove I’m still alive
A kiss from a bullet
To prove this pulse isn’t my most convincing lie
Out of all the lies I’ve fed
Give me the bloody evidence
To prove I’m not dead

Pain tighter than skin
Let me watch this scene again
Of the pangs shooting through my blood
Till I’m finally done
Let me die till the skin finally gone
Let my flesh mold to my wrong
No skin, and I will lose the debt
And kill the sorrow of the tears I should have wept

Give me one last look into the morbid design
And the chills of divine
Till I seek you in a dead place
Where we wont have a face
Not of skin, and not of the lying throbs
Give me love
Or give me death
The skin is done,
Now the bones can rest

When in death, the skin falls apart
The ghost of sin seeps through the heart
The skin surrenders from the mask
And the bones are free to sleep at last
Sleep from the past
A liberation from the deceit of life
The apathetic truth
Of how its all set right

Sorrow tighter than my skin
The decay lets me breath again
Freedom reins from a hole
Like the spirits
That let me let it go
Spirits of rejoice
And of the dirt
Dirt of cleansings
Of a hurt
Spirits of the rejoice
Spirits of the grave
The convince me to save
The only real part of me