My skin breaks open

I am ashamed of the scars

Yet no one knows

I am alone.

My skin breaks open

I am a bird

My feathers are unleashed

No one knows

I'm still alone.

My heart rips open

the colours pour out

Love begins to spout

I didn't know I wasn't alone

until they left me.

My heart is sewn closed

We all sit in rows

waiting for a whisper

for a rough word

in the bitter decay

stainglass pictures

hang on the windows

like memories

flooding back to me

I am at home,

no longer alone

skin torn open

they find me

I am broken.

Bandages on my fingers

from when I tore it apart

a razor in my hand

disheveled and bent

I am alone

no one knows

I toss it in the trash.

Cocoa butter on old pink lines

A few scratches already healing

I smile at feathers as they molt and change

I'm not alone

A few know

And I'm alright for once