self harm
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read
score the knife against the stone,
she said.
I would.
we are all just star maps, she said.
playing follow the leader.
drawing lines from one rusty wheel
to another,
trying to atone.
her thigh became the stone.
I never knew,
she said,
as aubergine pools drew tiny crescents
in the leaves.

