I can still feel the bones breaking, sharp cracks, Like the earth split open beneath my weight, Each night, my arm burns red, like it won’t quit, A fire eating skin, spreading, gnawing back.

I thought I’d die in that instant, soul split—
The world gone quiet, my body erased,
But here I am, reliving it each day,
Like time folds in on itself, like it fits.

These scars sing louder than my own heartbeat, ...