I Almost Forgot to Say
Thank you for the cigarette burnings
that leave bermuda pink blossoms,
and make my skin blister and break. Their presence will never let me
easily show my body.
I feel grateful to you for that already.
Although the pain has stopped already
I can still see the burning
of the long white rolled body,
the flame a blossom
at the end, and my hands held out to let me
collect the ashes as they break
And fall. You expect the break
between my reality and fantasy already,
so you’re unfazed when I eat the ashes that let me
feel a fervor burning
up from my chest. It blossoms
in my body,
And embeds itself in my bodily
fluids. It never breaks
from me, just blossoms
at my lips, where I can already
taste the burning
scream, pleading “Let me
Out, just let me”.
I consume it deeper into my body
letting it simmer, despite the burns
gifted to me, because I am not yet broken.
I’m retrieving myself, already.
The burns are cherry blossoms
Spread across me, each circular blossom
connected to the next. My eyes let me
envision the branches twisting between them. Already
outlining the map branded to my body.
You won’t break
Me despite how much I’m burnt out.
To you I am a broken, blossom girl. But already
I’m queen of the hive, just as long as my body lets me
keep in that fervorous burn.