you dig. you find what makes you soft. what makes you un breakable/impenetrable. you isolate and ache from being lonely. you find a living space. live in that space. don’t pray to god. the devil can hear your prayers, too. you look in the mirror and pray to yourself. you let the roses grow on your bear skin. a stem, each thorn piercing flesh til a rose sits over your open scars. you are something blister. this means you are healing. you turn back towards the sun. you, something that strikes the urge to live and let be. you find the strength of 10 thousand moons. you leave whole gardens by touch.
