I hold my arm up to the light
From the cheap unscented scented candle
And the pain of that night has almost faded
And the feelings that dripped over the edges like wax
Are nearly all dried up
Your eyes still burn though
Thick smoky black clouds
So, I cover myself
With silk and cotton and cashmere
Putting pretty things over ugly scars
Proof of what you didn’t do but think you did
When broken glass spread like an incoming tide
A forest stitched upon tendon, in white thread
A silhouette of lace snaking below my elbow
When 6am hurt more than anything
And our salty eyes bruised
When the distance grew larger than us
Than our ability to piece it together
So, we lay far apart planning ways to fill the gap
Between my thigh and your arm
And your arm and my brittle blood
And we did it, didn’t we?
So now, looking down to pencil marks
A children’s drawing on my skin
It remains a memory of harder, sharper times
Flames burning brighter now
Outside my body
Love this! Very creative, and I love your writing style. Can’t wait to read more.