I drenched my scars in the storm, running
until every part of my soaked body was engulfed
in the rain and the bloody waves trickled down
from fresh wounds down my legs with euphoria-ridden
eyes, carpet-burns on my feet stinging with every tread.
The rib cages became defined and prominent during
the last week as I starved myself and danced
like I was under influence with bare feet, letting the
seeds of insecurity and helplessness sprout like weeds
and I pounded on the walls of my heart until it broke,
collapsed on the humid carpet in defeat and cracked
my neck like it was my exhausted knuckles.
Nobody knew so they slapped me with their problems
until I apologized and they left, like they were debt
collectors so I pushed away my meal and shut myself
in my room with the blinds down, window sealed, and
danced until the hunger choked itself to death in my
stomach and I found love in the scars of solitude.