Body like a hollowed shell
Fragile as a spider's web.
Blackened blood. Like poison;
sought to pollute, to waste.
Bruises dotted along the spine,
a trail of blackberry stains.
Fingers cold, shaking, fluttering
like trapped butterflies.
Lips blue, teeth ground
mind-racing to the floor.
Feet pointing inwards, eyes rolling back;
A childhood of greeting cold tiles.
Yet remains small traces,
faint voices, scattered thoughts,
spoken words in the order wrong!
but not a single scar lays surface.
