What creature would land
On an arm as scarred as mine...?

rip these skins  
  glued upon
    my pale,
paled  w r i s t s
    lined
    with trains of
    dried-up
    closed self-
inflicted  w o u n d s
    and smother
    me in air of
pretty  p h r a s e s
     that depict
     life and
t r a g e d y

trapped
suffocated
smothered

in these four *******
w a l l s
that i call

s e l f

the cool hard tiles
in the shower
    mixed
   with the
          sinking
    trace that
i have of her. water
water
             water
       rolling along
   in streams
blending with
             my blood
           and
  gore
      and
         tears
      tears
                  tears
       infused
    with
         sour salt
                                and
        bitter thoughts
she  n e v e r

       came back

    so did her

                           p r o m i s e s