It’s the silence of a room
Combined with the absence of rationality
That dips a finger into my brain
And swirls the chemicals until they overflow

Two states of inanimate nothingness
Allow my body to drown
But I don’t want to admit
That nothing mixed with everything, debilitates my very being

On both of my arms, above the elbow and beneath the shoulder
Are nail dent sized scars
Scattered
Littered
Protruding from my skin

They are nothing of pride or honour
But chronological constellations, forming diagrams of directions
For the next butcher to try their hand

Even my blood and veins carry a stubbornness that not even a scalpel can dissect
They refuse help and will not admit defeat
Until my body is burning and my lungs are lurching for a breath that will not keep me up at night

And just like that
They flow

Stars flood the room
When your tongue filled with the knowledge I kissed into you
Passes the nerve
That makes me moan thistles and thorns
You plant seeds beneath my pores
And my body blossoms
When you shower my skin with love