this is all of it

this is the mud on my anklebones
grinding past my only skin
wearing thin on veins like paper

this is the pink of my ribs
flayed and exposed
in my deep and heaving breath

i have been running, you see

this is all the times
i have heard the brokenness of me
ringing in church bells like sin

you may be my sinning silt
wearing paper thin in my ribs
running my breath like brokenness
and this is all of it