My dear you are oh so
threadbare thin stretched skin,
you're cast iron bone fences
over your private lawn
where the tattoos grow and flourish
while pinpoint needlework's
ink flows to nourish pigment and melanin.
Everything's well again.
It's all scabbing over,
but it burns like this hell we're in.
You've no room to move.
To crack smile is to tear.
Even still you're nowhere
near the best or the worst of them.
You've cursed them, dismissed it.
I'm sorry to tell you
I think that you missed it.
It was so long ago. You were only a girl.
They said you looked pretty thin.
Their words meant the world.
@ellowrites @ellopoetry @apoem_4u
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