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.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
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.
