By Katja K.
My cracks are already showing.
My body, covered in unhealable marks,
My body resembles broken glass.
But the dainty scars
But the dainty scars are invisible to the eye.
you peel the flesh off my bones
and tare of the mask covering my empty eyes,
will you see
the shattered pieces of a person
who used to reside
who used to reside in the now
who used to reside in the now empty shell of a body.