Stretching Skin Poem by Brittaney Static

Lately I've been questioning
How thin can my skin stretch?
I'm treading this murky water
Pushing the limits until they bend
Playing tug of war with my army of me
Against all odds
My hands are burning
From trying to hold onto the rope
But odds are against me
In this quicksand I call home
My flesh and blood
Have made my skin purple
Especially at the hip
Sever this tie
Sever this will
To let go, to let go
Sever this will to snip the rope
I won't let myself cut it
I won't bury it
I'll keep burning
Until I am numb