scars

These things flow through my body like serrated blades, slowly cutting my insides into nothing more then little fragments of my once rapturous soul. These blades tear through my skin and leak into my love, burrowing into his delicate skin. I pluck the shards of metal out of my body as they creep into my bones, grinding them away into a fine powder slowly and painfully. He takes the anesthetic that they give him, he slows down and melts into my ready arms until the pressure is unbearable and we collapse into the depths of our hearts. From these depths we find ourselves and each other and together we stitch our gashes. They will scar and hurt when touched but we learn to live with the suffering. Alone we can do anything, together we can do everything.