Sitting here on the dock
Sun low on the lake
And I'm thinking of dying

The truth is
I shed my skin again this morning
Slipped out of my shadow
And sat around in my bones
Rattled around
Stark white
And cold
And god I'm so happy

Sun sets
And I slip back into my skin
Ill fitting and worn as it is
I struggle with the many buttons and layers
And I think of dying
And living

My heart beats heavy in my chest
But my bones are still rattling.

*this has nothing to do with actual dying or suicide, lest someone worry*