the first

raw skin underwater.

a pain that reflects
catharsis
momentary scrapes of hurt that
paints my picture
spells my life
until it fades.

escaping my fingertips,
it is a second of
letting strength escape me
and the past foil me

but i am done with facing the same page of my
clustered, depressed thoughts.

i am ready to take one step away
from carnage
and leave the burn that once
scarred decay on me.

will you trace my steps
and lead me through
my holocaust?
will i drown?

i speak to nobody
and somebody replies.