When my scars
First spoke to me
I muted them immediately
Long sleeves
Stacked bracelets

But laying here
Surrounded in darkness
Nightmares lurking at the door
There’s something…

A humming
Sweeter than honey
Soft, patient
My wrists whisper

“…beautiful, kind,
   smart, brave…

                     …please don’t let go
                         we love you so…”


After all I’ve done to me
My heart still beats consistently
My lungs need no instruction
How are they so forgiving?
Even my skin is singing