girl with keloids.
her life on her arms.
she broke up with me.
after i was sleeping in her bed
and she used my dreamless oblivion
to cut herself instead
of tellng me first that
she needed to
or wanted it

instead
she let me think that

The edge is back.
It’s sharp.
It’s the harpys’ caws.
It’s thoughts clawing;
letting the blood
bleed; letting the blood
show me
the pallid life
to lead.

See...

The edge is back.
It’s sharp still
but shallow now;
no more blood;
just skin,
dry and petrified;
just defective bones,
just mind,
beyond tide–
gone
in, gone out

and pulverized.

but the canadian girl
has shown me a world
i never knew existed
and there's no turning back...