body by M. Stacy

my brain is a house with lights on

yet nobody seems to be home

cause the house is still alive

but it doesn’t seem to be lively

and my skull is a soundproof room

where you can scream your guts out

scream and cry as loud as can

without someone finding out

my heart is a patched-up pair of jeans

so discombobulated but still together

you have to wonder

how is that still holding on?

my ribs are a levees

levees, higher than hills

created to stop the greatest waters

yet my emotions still flood

my body created itself

cell by cell, tissue by tissue, muscle by muscle

yet my body was not created

to experience what I and the world have put it through