Concrete Skin Poetry by Mackenzie Butts | Hours after I wake up next to you, After your lips have faded from my skin, My mirror is the only thing left to notice me. I look pale and tired and sick. So sick, Like I wear my depression on my skin, Too concrete to be an alabaster beauty. How can you bear to touch me for fear my body might chip?

Poetry – Concrete Skin

Concrete Skin

Hours after I wake up next to you,
After your lips have faded from my skin,
My mirror is the only thing left to notice me.
I look pale and tired and sick.
So sick,
Like I wear my depression on my skin,
Too concrete to be an alabaster beauty.
How can you bear to touch me
for fear my body might chip?


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