What will be seen once the skin has been peeled back and thrown away?
What will become of what stays above and what stays below?
She has stood confident and tall all she can
Confidence is fake and tall is point of view
Fear is flickering right next to her heart
She begins to transform back into what she is
Leave the torn pieces behind because you won't need them
Shove your way into the undergrowth and breathe in
Linger in the confinement
Let out all your power
Let go of all your fear
It is dark
It is wet
It is waiting for your hatred
And you will find peace