Do you think you’re rotting away? I mean, look behind your teeth- I’m sure you’ll find a lie. You make me break my tongue when I go to speak. Empty words falling on the floor, my sadness mops it up every time. Maybe you feel this way too. I’m praying the bruises on your knuckles stay that color forever- the purple hues feel magnetic when I stare for too long. You wouldn’t dare swing my way, I know it. I’m telling God to heal you and I wonder if he’s listening. I hope he delivers the message. I hope he never tells who it’s from. I hope he can fix you. -AMT ©️