These Welts

These welts
Would've felt
Nicer
Never

i am better in motion

i am better in motion

when i move i am free

from the truths that cut

through the lies i keep

when i am still i am

caught. ugly. red handed.

they see me, they know

and it's like i'm branded

from inside

from inside
calm tendrils reach toward a ceiling where 
      an ache
      a want
      a yearning
floats about lazily
far away from reason, from unfortunate reality