Chisel

Spent the afternoon dealing with my blade
Carving tiny crescent moons from my legs
Chisel off God's given shell of stone
Pray that marble wraps around my bones

Look at me and show me what you find
Don't spare my pride, I need a sober mind
When I'm fixed with stitches and rid myself of binds
Will eyes stop clawing for a chance to pry



Credits
Writer(s): Charlotte Messer, Ian Aviña, Leon Bushelman, Matty Mabry
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