The bone dark pain of metal

Enmeshed inside a body

And I am unable to ‘be’ today,

Taught skin stretched over

The wound is mental metal

And I wish I could say “otherwise”

And that it wasn’t yours or mine’s fault

Just like the rain doesn’t belong to anyone

But just agree that sadness is the finer song

And through them we are enmeshed eternal

They inside us;

We inside them.