She said it was her only life line
scars telling of her life in parts
every detail of every knife line
where one ends, another starts

numbness is nothing
pain is something

she said it was like her only need
satisfaction in killing the numb
in the darkness, she can only bleed
looking forward to the pain to come

...the meadow and the puddle
you wouldn't come out of

wild and simple joy

invisable to eyes, now...

I wander the meadow grass

the fields where the flowers glow
in early morning
sunlight

the fields you
only dream of
where your soul is always free...

and you come running
spectral through the mist,

I walk lonely fields