Today I carved on the canvas of my body
A landscape made of cuts in a line
Quick and uneven layers that set me free
Warm hues of red against a white coastline
There is no emotion in my composition
I did not sculpt my flesh in anger or sorrow
Solely in the beauty of all that I have done
And a reminder of the nightmares I know
In the dim light I found my muse, she stared
At me from the mirror and shes not scared.