I can
make
my body
into art,
a
musical instrument
that
cries out
and
sings
in an
eloquent language
of its own
for you,
when I
shove my
sharpened fingernails
into my arm,
scrape and shred
off skin,
finger and fidget
through flesh
and strum my
veins to the
tune of
your
song's haunting
melody.