My smile cracked wide, words slipped inside and gently pried I scrambled, gathered brambles I had always used to hide. Of course they poke you, but they prick me too, They stick deep and they’re in, a part of my skin, Until I can’t remember a time When I wasn’t an emotional porcupine. Get close? That boast of a habit of saving Well I have no craving to be the test of that raving insanity That someone else can be…
