on my chest

below my neck

ornaments on my body

i don’t remember asking for

they decorate me

but i seldom feel like art

a guest in this body

a seventeen year stay

so out of place

but never out of mind

i am not asking for more scars

simply peace of mind

from pieces of a body

i cannot bring myself to love


where do i begin?



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