Her shiny scars reflect As mirrors in layers Crouched upon Skin of silk Eyes of blue Lips of rogue Tenderly sealed Leathered memos she never got Morris code on Tuesday Like a secret prayer Dressed in bloody, funny smears That war’s not loud No longer I howl Hollow and heavy She drowns Forsaken Flickering fog Cracks stay clean Wide eyed dreams Catastrophe Tattoo it on my tongue I’ll call next Wednesday A fragile name aloud A name? Is it she? Me? I am me. Gracefully broken Bitter Grateful Unjust Cold hands Warm heart Familiar and nervous She’s me This I know Drains so slow Uninvited you are Not allowed in my race Sanctity within my thoughts Broody I’ll tempered Measured yet mentored Exhausted Unpaved Beautiful chaos I make Gratitude stains Dressed in love and strains Dauntless Heavy these chains As it’s me All is she She is me.
