Keeping it Close

we'll make a scratch with fingernails
until it's all gone
pulling at every thread
stuck in the back room

so who's had enough?
who's had enough?
you lose some, you laugh
we'll make this the last breath of air now

burning your hands
was it worth waiting for?
swimming to you
crawling in your dirt

break the bones you call your own
lost a place to call your home