Water Bags

Encapsulated
Me
Bound by this
Easily penetrable
Outer layer
I walk as a
Grounded
Rain cloud

Though I look
Vulnerable
I emit static
Painfully yet
Beautifully
The reaction of which is
Natural
If agitated

Or perhaps
That is just
A transparent
Facade
A ghost of
Forlorn and
Broken
Confidence

It hides
Under the
Wrinkled and
Worn
Bed sheets of
Aesthetically displeasing
And utterly morbid
Childhood

No
I am a
Water bag
In order to drink
You must
Cut me open
Pierce the skin
And the heart

But will you
Bandage
The dam you broke
Or will you
Let it flow
Because you like 
The taste of red and
The smell of copper

I can be
Beaten by
A pin-prick
And saved by
A band-aid
So long as
The water knows
Where to go

Teach it and
Set me free

- PatInTheHat