SOMETHING NEW IS COMING 26 They taught me young to carry a packed bag in the hollow of my chest. They taught me young to carry a packed bag in the hollow of my chest. They taught me young to carry a packed bag in the hollow of my chest. To leave before the leaving. To ache before the fall. To call silence a shield. To call goodbye a song. To leave before the leaving. To ache before the fall. To call silence a shield. To call goodbye a song. To leave before the leaving. To ache before the fall. To call silence a shield. To call goodbye a song. I stitched my ribs with warning signs, painted exits into my skin, tattooed the words I understand onto the places I should have said stay. I stitched my ribs with warning signs, painted exits into my skin, tattooed the words I understand onto the places I should have said stay. I stitched my ribs with warning signs, painted exits into my skin, tattooed the words I understand onto the places I should have said stay. I built a body that begs no one, a spine that bends for none, a voice that learns to tremble quiet, then disappear by dawn. I built a body that begs no one, a spine that bends for none, a voice that learns to tremble quiet, then disappear by dawn. I built a body that begs no one, a spine that bends for none, a voice that learns to tremble quiet, then disappear by dawn. You cannot break what already knows how to shatter. You cannot break what already knows how to shatter. You cannot break what already knows how to shatter. You cannot mourn a ghost who never learned to stay. You cannot mourn a ghost who never learned to stay. You cannot mourn a ghost who never learned to stay.
