I Am Draped in Heavenly Skin
I am draped in heavenly skin
from head to toe. Back then they said
you could never be the girl you know
yourself to be. I knew too much
about myself to stay alive. I stayed
alive. I wrote names on my body with
pins, nails, knives, fire, anything
that would mark the flesh.
This kind of violence is a shrine
to itself. The way it touches you
without breathing, thinking, feeling.
What is left of me? The songs I sang
to keep from sleeping sound like
nothing more than rain. I woke up
this morning a garden. I took pictures
of all my flowers. I was beautiful
as far as I could tell.
Originally published by The Accomplices.