my body
is a network of scars
memories crisscrossing along my legs
up and down my spine
many histories dance
my arms are
stained in tears
my wrist adorned
with  bracelets of agony
my sides are braced
with a corset of lies
my hands hidden
in gloves of pain
my head are wreathed
in a crown of doubt
my feet are souled
in thorns and briars
my face masked
in much disarray
my shoulders armored
with yesterday
my back is whipped
from many slaves
my chest weighted
with all the rage
my fingers ringed
in wedded vows
my calves born
into beds of blood
my thighs trapped beneath
an expanse of strangling sheets
my eyes scarred
by all that they meet*

So many secrets
I wonder how
They all got out?