I write everywhere
on paper, on stone, on skin
what's the difference?
Each one an be erased
desecrated, torn
nothing is forever
much less this shell
with words as its framework
curses and promises
in the hollow of its bones
what's the difference?

Heart's walls paneled with mirrors
everything is a mere reflection
ribs are splinters with serrated edges
a prison of blades, pain and anger and hate
mouth is a cavern of stars
emptied of illumination to see the lights
fingers are claws of the beast inside
always turned against its owner
mind is a labyrinth of fiends forming walls
against fragility, pierced and perceived
when did it get so complicated?

I just wanted to say I write everywhere
how did it come to this?
why would I want to write about that anyway
about paper and stone and skin
ink smeared with demons from inside
the body is hilariously breakable
words seep through skin as if it were paper
what's the difference?