My bones will decay in this unwelcoming body as the word home will echo in some distant euphoric land
I am a trespasser in a country where I was born in to
as my outward appearance reflects the non-conformity that rages in my soul much like the hell fire they  condemn me to

The same inferno will greet them.

They say it takes seven years
for your body
to become new,
maybe then the imprints
of your fingertips
will no longer be
burnt into my skin