The nucleus

The nucleus

There, where it used to be

There, there’s this border

Where things were the way they were,

Making things so whole,

Making things so pure,

Making it how it always were

Living like its not so straight,

Living like it will last forever

Having this single cell

Where everything is in boundary

Leeching on my own skin

Leeching

(feel in the blanks with fills and chatter)
(make this your own)