my arms hold wounds
from monday
its friday
and i keep looking
at my arms
and running my hands
over the lumps
the raised area that is
scabbed and healing
healing is the word most people use
but its not the right word
the skin will go back
to its normal presentation
and i will have to start all over
i run my fingers over my arm
and i remember monday
twelve on the left
five on the right
someone looks at my arm
and they see a pain
that the arms never felt
i look at my arms
and i cant help
but smile
there is something
so beautiful
there

Take a bite out of me
i'm an apple
enjoy my flesh
but beware of the seeds
they are bitter
and hard
you'll want to discard
them
or maybe me
pierce my flesh
with your teeth
aren't i sweet?
blood and tears
coexist
beneath
my skin and stem
invite me in
take all of me
consume me
you'll break away
just what you want
the exterior
and when you're done
use me up to my core
you'll toss me away
with no thought
you've done it before
new story
same plot