Up

Let me stretch through my skins, bones protruding from fingertips and toes

It grows

This need to move upward

I've tasted stagnancy before; swallowed my own bile until my stomach bled

But this head

Cannot be held up on a body that does not move

I tried to use the softness of my mouth to melt the chip on my shoulder

But it broke all the teeth in my fucking skull

Nail my hands to the cross of transparency, where I die happily every day before noon

Give me that growth, and let it be painful

Give me that growth, and let it be glorius