Wearing Thin Poem by Maya Hanson

I'm wearing thin boots
I'm wearing thin boots
You wouldn't know that just by looking
But I step on embers every time you hit the ground

I'm wearing thin scarves
I'm wearing thin scarves
Frostbite when I hit the winter air,
my throat tinged with the last will to live

I'm wearing thin skin
I'm wearing thin skin
I sizzle when I touch you and
the butterfly wings prickle when I reach into the sky

I'm wearing…thin
I'm wearing…thin
Every step is another one behind me
and I'm longing to be whole with you again