the holes in me felt gaping like the darkness that i laid in, an indistinguishable black that could swallow everything around into nothingness.
and there i was, so afraid to feel again, remembering how "i love you" felt like a rush of blood to the head, and you used these feelings to pry holes into my being.
and here i lay trying to sew myself up, with no thimbles nor light, and i continue to poke myself and bleed