from me."
please don't look at me when I am so far from my being
so far from home
so dismantled and disfigured
but where do you hide yourself when its so clear to be seen
when damage urges to be done
My loveliness is gone when my body is caught between rock and bone
these fingers that grasp me are ******
they don't respect life, trust, or love
they bend it
they break it
they pervert its meaning
and make me document with full detail
the behavior and occurrences of each assault into my bruised hot skin
so that as my consciousness floods back
I have full relocation of my marred behavior
for as long as I have a body to be seen
from the corner of my eyes I't will always be glimpsed
even as I look longingly at you
hoping to reach once more for your soft healing, mesmerizing, touch