– Fleshwounds –
Memory can be
so painful when fractured.
Love as an emotion is a luxury
that my physical body
can no longer afford.
It frustrates me endlessly,
this perpetual state
of my failing stability.
My processing capacity
to act upon my better nature
is slowly worn away.
These scars upon my flesh
are more than marks;
Every cut is a moment in my history,
years upon years
marked forever into my vitality.