if you trace the ink in her skin
and go beyond the bruises on her knuckles
you can see what’s inside
you must travel over
the bones that protrude at her shoulders
and look past
the scars on her arm
what have you revealed?
is it what you hoped for?
is the truth any different than what you already saw?
you will come to find the scars go deeper
laced into every fiber of her spirit
the spiders of her life
spinning webs around in her DNA
this is where she cries out in agony
the pain too much to hold on to
so she screams it
and bleeds it out
this is where she stops herself in conversation
saves it for herself
or discards it completely
for it would not be received
it might become real
every dark place has it’s beauty
the nooks you have to know about to find them
here is a smile
when she watches the birds soar overhead
the firm grip of a paintbrush in her hand
as she creates her own reality
did you find what you were looking for?
an ounce of purity?
a dark secret?
or even yourself?