Glass Dagger

I made myself a scar

Because I had a wound

And it was painful

A stab in the center of my chest

Ugly, dirty, infected 

I tried to open it

Sort the shards out

Clean myself inside

I picked up my skin

Like it was spikes of a porcupine

Or horns of a cactus

Something that

Was not supposed to be there

I guess I'm not a plant nor an animal

But my whole existence feels

Like a mistake

Like I'm not supposed to be here

I tried to paint myself

The pain among the art

Over my vesture

I made a gesture

To my inner shadow

To let them know that I'm aware

I made myself a wound

And it was painful

But the wound I had before

Was aching further

So I had move my claws

And do something about it