Self Harm

Savage in construct.
Red oceans, red skies.
Open your fissures,
and kiss your goodbyes.
Cry every mountain
of blue and of gold.
Count wounds,
and open them.
Gift them to flies.

Savage and painful.
The scarlet silk scene.
Tarnished and rusted taste,
copper and green.
Shoots pierce the skin,
tiny plants in the cracks.
Rock turns to mosses.
Cold red to hot black.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.