What if I baptise myself

Wash away all of the shame I painted on my skin

It's shame and it's doubt and it doesn't belong in me

Instilled in

Encased by

Learning that there is no sin in hiding and running and leaving

If I whisper can you hear me

We're in the wind and the trees now

Dragging fingers through the mud

Dirt under your nails

Thorns in your skin

In your skin in your skin in your skin

But spring is coming