11. Marrow
I play dead pretty so the hands get bored.
Smile like a trophy they never adored.
I vanish while the crowd gets loud—
Bleed through denim just to make them proud.
Say “yes” so fast they forget I can speak,
But I scream underneath my teeth.
She lives in my joints, in the way I walk slow.
Leaking her memory—but no one knows.
She keeps me small so the room stays calm.
But I bite the leash with a scream in my palm.
My pelvis remembers what my mind erased.
She smiles through terror—with her knees in place.
[VERSE]
She lays down soft like a loyal pet,
Trained by fear, by silent threat.
Smiles real sweet with my jaw half-set.
She tracks the room like a war zone chart,
Studies who gets loud, who falls apart.
Laughs on cue, but the chest stays tight,
Counts wins by how I shrink just right.
Lays flat like a dog on screen,
Taught to serve first, keep the edges clean.
Smiles with lips while my fists go mean.
Marks escape routes, tracks the cues.
Counts silence like a loaded fuse.
She blinked like prey when the room went still.
Laughed too hard when she felt the chill.
Wore her hunger like a second skin.
Practiced calm till it wore her thin.
[CHORUS]
I spit her out like marrow rot.
She plays small. That’s all I’ve got.
I take her pain. I flip the plot.
Marrow. Marrow. Not a doll.
You want the girl? Well, this one’s not.
I wear the blood like lipstick red.
Marrow. Marrow. Pull the thread.
Marrow. Marrow. In my spit.
I crack the mask. I burn the script.
I kill the past. I break the bed.
No more yes. No more pretend.
Marrow’s dead. I don’t bend.
[VERSE 2]
They say "bossy" when I have a game plan.
Say "crazy" when I take a stand.
So I stop speaking, start scheming.
Lace my thoughts in baited meaning.
Guide the room till it echoes back—
My own lines in his voice track.
I stitch their moods in my nervous chords,
Wear their guilt like a crown of thorns.
Laugh on beat just to dodge the storms.
I fake the moans. Play the slut.
Close my eyes and loosen up.
Say, "It's fine," when I split in half.
Now I bite the leash, and shift the storm.
Tear that script like a dress still warm.
Now I want my fucking body back.
Now I’m taking my body back!
[PRE-CHORUS]
I spit like scripture that outlived faith.
Now I map the buried pains.
Every glitch became a guide
To the self I had to hide.
[CHORUS]
I spit her out like marrow rot.
She plays small. That’s all I’ve got.
I take her pain. I flip the plot.
Marrow. Marrow. Not a doll.
You want the girl? Well, this one’s not.
I wear the blood like lipstick red.
Marrow. Marrow. Pull the thread.
Marrow. Marrow. In my spit.
I crack the mask. I burn the script.
I kill the past. I break the bed.
No more yes. No more pretend.
Marrow’s dead. I don’t bend.
[BRIDGE]
This is for the girl who flinched at love,
Who spread her legs to shut them up,
Who thought submission kept her safe,
Who made her pain a pretty shape.
This is for the rage that grew
Inside each lie I called “me too.”
Now I bite back. Now I scream.
Now I torch the fucking dream.
[CHORUS]
Marrow. Marrow. Pull the thread.
She lives in my marrow — but not in my head.
I lock the gate. I seal the ground.
Her ghost won’t rise. I own me now.
Marrow. Marrow. No more rot.
You want the girl? This one’s not.
She bled in stillness. I rise in sound.
She curled in shame. I pound the ground.
This voice won’t kneel, I bite through the chain.
Taught myself to feel — now I flood the vein.
I burn the name. I melt the chain.
Marrow. Marrow. Ghost in flame.
[OUTRO]
She bends, she bleeds, she plays it narrow.
I wear her face to buy some grace.
She keeps me safe—but I lose my place.
She smiles when she should scream.
Takes the blow so I can dream.
She takes the pain.
I take the win.
So I lay her down and shed that skin.
Now I breathe with nothing to prove.
She holds me still.
Now—I move.
She kneels.
I rise.
Her ghost—
Goodbye.
The gate is sealed.
Rest in peace, Marrow.
