Shell - Katie Dey

My soul sings in higher

Octaves than my larynx will allow

My skin sitting still tiredly but

Tightly ties together all my guts

I’m finding a way to gently

Alleviate the surface pain

And entertain ideas of being

Seen as what my heart

Wants to display

Morphing esophageal practices

Hardening the lumps up in my throat

My heart throbs in impossible rhythms

My head never could erode

It’s so hard to say what’s truly the

Root of this unsettling in my brain

Rarely a day goes by that I don’t

Feel it in my blood through every vein

I can’t disconnect the ties

My throat keeps trying

To link back up to my soul

There’s all these things

I can’t explain or justify

To anyone I know

I can’t think like I am only this shell

I can’t think like I am only this shell

I can’t think like I am only this shell

I can’t think like I am only this shell

I can’t think like I am only this shell

I can’t think like I am only this shell