Sitting here.

Shirt off.

All of my cuts, scars, burns, brusis.

Everything on dysplay.

My fingers run across one deep cut on my tummy,

I did that the day you left.

A burn,

the day you yelled at me.

A bruse,

the day you lied to me.

A new day, a new blade, a new exuse.

Your new beginning,

My new ending.