Summer Scars


I love nights like

this when the sky is opened into my window 

and the world comes trickling in.

I feel vines and tentacular veins pierce my skin

and it's okay because

yeah I'm not so tough as I look

but in the wee hours of the morning 

I don't mind 

there's no one here to see me

standing (never naked)

before the world


this is my fault

I fucked this up.

And I'm living.



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