I pushed ink and memories into my skin
so I would not forget where my blood flowed,
relentless.
Tag: skin
Recognition
Your satin tenderness caresses me lightly, making my tangled skin
hum gently with the remembrance of blissful vivacity
in velveted parking lots coated in Rolex rings and candor.
I found you then in the worn creases of every day.
I still do.
Ice Queen
Icicles dripped from your eyelashes, breaking your ebony skin so slightly.
I wondered if you could feel it.
A growl like glaciers scraping against each other set my teeth on edge.
I must remember that I am a lioness.
You threw the biting wind at me, tearing at my offensive porcelain skin.
I angled my chin defiantly and bared my teeth.
You poured nitrogen down my throat, making me swallow every last drop.
It burned like fire, blistering my calm.
Snow swirled around you as if you commanded it, but it is only an illusion.
You control nothing.
Don’t forget.
Scars
I buy expensive plane tickets to
the far corners of the earth, thinking
maybe if I have enough plane tickets
and pictures and souvenirs I will
be able to paste my skin back together
and my scars will be consumed
by the life I have built around me.
C. Brown 