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.