Can anyone reveal the bloodstains
Hiding underneath my torn lips…
Would anyone kiss it all away?
.
My thoughts are arrested at gunpoint
As if they were guilty of something—
.
But the crimes hanging my crown
Heavy on one side are nothing new
I’ve already paid for them time and time again
But why am I still being punished?
.
I can’t escape the incarceration from
What everyone else calls their brain
Try as I may to scrape off the slivers of light,
A jailbreak only makes for broken bones
And a rather crueler atonement…
.
I’m crossing thin lines inside my head
And all over my skin, precarious and fatal
Until humility becomes my illness
.
And manipulation my only chapel of truth
.
For I am no longer human; rather
I am simply a galaxy of constellated scars
.
But not a single one coruscates any longer
And my flesh becomes just another dead star
Extinguished quietly in the infinite darkness.
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