This body is rejecting me, slowly and slowly.
My bones of collagen and calcium phosphate
Feel the constant friction of running away.
My once solid steps now falter,
As if I am walking on sand.
The only way I can move
Is to burn it all into sharp glass.
And so I am a fragile mess,
A transparent coward,
Unwilling to take a single step
Because the next mistake I make
Is sure to shatter whatever’s left
Of the person I wanted to be..