there are receptor cells inside
your head that set off chemical
reactions every time you split
your skin, like tornado sirens in
misplaced cities. this is the only
reason why you think torn flesh
will mend the hole inside your
chest. but death metaphors lived
and died with pen and paper, and
no amount of blood can change the
colour of the sea. so if you can't see
anything beautiful about yourself,
get a better mirror. look a little
closer. stare a little longer. *because
there is something inside you that
made you keep going despite
everything that told you to quit.