[ starting from the bottom up ,
my heart was a mug--
you could drain
my soul in five seconds
flat . ]
on my right leg , a mark on my big toe
from dropping a shampoo bottle on my foot .
let your eyes wander higher and i have a
long tear just above my ankle from attempting to
climb the tree to freedom.
on my knee , falling in basketball ;
tripping down the stairs ,
scratching at the callouses on your heart
left me impossibly wrecked .
on my stomach , tiny criss-cross scars
from older times , when i could not understand
the future of the present .
on my arms , lightening bolts ;
butterfly kisses ;
and clustered roses dig their
thorns into my wrists .
we are so eternally similar you never
would comprehend .
that may have hurt the most .
on my heart , generations of pain :
rings around a tree like children
giggling in a sphere ,
i try to mimic their laughter
but my chest is too hollow .
on my mind ,
death traps ,
cold ice tickles my senses before
it swallows me whole .
in my soul ,
i don't want to be different ,
but i don't want to fit in .
life clutches my hand ,
but death grins and covers me with his
tattered cloak of empty souls and
cowardly angels .