A Sense Of Healing

I let myself bleed onto these pages

in the quiet hope that someone

might open it up,

skim along the words,

and see my name

hidden

in the bloodied letters.

So open up, brave soul-

witness the scars and cracks in the pages of my conscience,

view the building up and breaking of my bones,

live to breath

again.

[a note to the witnesses] p.t