Carved

That night,
I carved strange symbols
Into my skin,
The asymmetry of my mind
Becoming strangely
Geometrically ordered shapes
On my forearms,
The only part of my body I ever
Admired.

The pen didn’t run, and the
Messages I dripped
Onto the parchment of me
Filled me with calm
Although my heart was
Racing in the shortness of
The hours left.

R 01/09/2023 20:28