Prickly cactus pins,
flurried toward my skin.
sinking down on sheets of lies,
my epidermis falsified.
Cells of blood like moss-covered bricks,
pierced right through by cactus ******.
The places where it stings,
lie deeper than I’ve ever been into my own flesh and bones,
and my heart would never condone,
but tonight I let it bleed,
to know myself a little more.
These prickly cactus pins,
dotted all over my skin,
I dare not try ever again,
to hide the contours of my brain.
Reams of envelopes lie in wait,
to say a few words to my mates.
The lies – they saw, although much of it they forgot,
and some were never for them to understand,
but now cactus ****** have serrated my heart,
only and only the truth pours out,
as the tissues of life, are ripped apart.