i take off my shirt,

turn my back to the mirror

and look at all of the scars-

taking a knife to my back

seems to be everyone’s favorite hobby,

I run my fingers over them,

puffy and pink

they decorate me, 

i am a fucking mosaic

my broken mind,

broken heart,

broken soul,

all glued together

to make a masterpiece

out of all my fucking brokenness