the body is me but it isn’t mine
gouge, scour
do you feel the heat as it crawls up your skin
drip words in my mouth like beads on a string
haptic searing, kicked in the chest
the skin remembers, ghosts around my wrists
reminders. time to flay away the memories again
is it easier to remember
words are glass and marks that leave scars
needles making hairline fractures
but stitching it back together. more fragile again
allow them to tear my eyes from your face
nails in sockets
take me to see the world
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