Sticky Icky Ew

It's a layer, a sort of film

Over my mouth

Air seems to fear it

It crosses my heart

And drips off my breast

It covers my hands

My legs

My entire being

It cannot be burned

Or torn

Removed in any fashion

It's invisible but tangible

It's there all the time

I can feel it all the time

And In my heart it's interwoven

Between the broken pieces

It has but one intention

To keep those pieces apart

To keep me from healing