NaPoWriMo – Day 22

I slip into borrowed skins
Of fractured ghosts and bitter girls
Not every I is me
But every word is mine
Close
closer now
I swallow their pain
Paint their shadows with brittle nails
And still
Not every I is me
But every word is mine
I create fantasies of broken hearts
Dancing in storms I never felt
Close
Closer now
The truth remains
Not every I is me
But every word is mine.