The cyan of my vessels
My bare heart swells
Each scratch
An inalienable mark
A wild flower
Fragile and resistant
Wraps my emotions
Tears by clumsiness
Aroused when barely brushed
Those who touch it
Surprised by its acute sensitivity
Unaware of the thunderous impact
Of their grazes
My scars tell
The novel of my interactions
With the sad rigidity of reality
I do not pick at my scabs
I let them gently come away
Fascinated by the pink imprint
The power of epidermal resilience
Proud of my wars against my fragility
I accept the aesthetic disharmony
Of my childlike bruises
I welcome my flesh in search of freedom
A skin of soul, adventurous and sensual
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:04 PM UTC
The cyan of my vessels
My bare heart swells
Each scratch
An inalienable mark
A wild flower
Fragile and resistant
Wraps my emotions
Tears by clumsiness
Aroused when barely brushed
Those who touch it
Surprised by its acute sensitivity
Unaware of the thunderous impact
Of their grazes
My scars tell
The novel of my interactions
With the sad rigidity of reality
I do not pick at my scabs
I let them gently come away
Fascinated by the pink imprint
The power of epidermal resilience
Proud of my wars against my fragility
I accept the aesthetic disharmony
Of my childlike bruises
I welcome my flesh in search of freedom
A skin of soul, adventurous and sensual
