I trace the scars on my arm like they are roads on a map
leading nowhere but the edge of a cliff
dipping off into suspended space and slipping time.

Some scars have faded away
some remaining
left over bits of the vicious crowd
scaring away the doves on the windowsill.

I remember the blade
shining like a star
that I couldn't see
in the empty sky
on a cloudless night.

My heart pumps tainted blood
poisoned from an open wound
that never healed
oozing insecurities
that I never once mentioned
onto the surface of my flawed complexion.

Four years
and the road drags on
I am lost
looking at a map
leading nowhere
dipping off into a hopeless mind
and poisoned heart.