What is this human suit that traps me
Some far away creature
Demolished of self
Half broken
Half whole
A part missing
A part found
Here and there
And everywhere
I am scattered
Scattered like the wind spins inside me
Scattered like my heart beats my thoughts
Scattered like the ocean pounds my doorstep
A haunting calling from source unknown
Stop
I call out
Stop
I mistake for help
There is no help
Just this place
This hell
These trappings
Of my human suit
Stretchy skin that doesn’t fit
Surging blood that doesn’t sit
Changing, Shedding, Evaporating
Feeding
Eliminating, Pulsing, Edging
Creating
Dying, dying, dying
Scattered like the wind spins inside me
Scattered like my heart beats thought
Scattered like the ocean pounds my doorstep
A haunting calling from source unknown
What is this human suit
Feb. 2019, Samantha Craft