Long sleeves, even in the summer and spring.
You feel them when you run your hands over your arms.
They remind you.

            The scars.

Sometimes they disappear over time and you get to breathe -
be normal, for a while.
But that is the thing.

             Only for a while.

You got to feel free that time, do you remember?
(how could you forget?)
But as it always does,

         it came crushing and trashing back.
         That feeling, that feeling you keep trying to suffocate.

Back to the long sleeves.