I breathe in,
I can get my hands on.
I hold it in, as
insides clench the air
red to blue to purple
to pale of palest white.
imagine the unlove
past these crimson lips,
cut from self-loathing,
sting familiar like an old friend,
the blood clots,
stains the skin.
I have colour now.
I breathe in.
Quiet, dear mind,
when thinking breaks you apart
cascade your confessions onto this page
till you come away empty.
Feel, dear heart,
numbing the strain does not soften the break
fear not the flood of sensations
for with your rhythmic beat they will dissipate.
Presence, dear body,
one day you will feel at one with yourself
and your reach will be infinite;
here you can tend to your trauma.
Freedom, dear soul,
rest with expectation for the next adventure
and leave behind everything
that resists your balletic wandering.