Follow the lines
Connect the dots
Read the images
Can you see it?
Can your fingertips pull a braille on my body
Bumps into letters
letters into sentences
sentences into stories

This is me
Not all of me
My body, my story

Cut me open
expose the scars
see them for what they are

No organs inside
No veins

Slash after slash
Slice after slice

Endless memories and occurrences
Marking my interior
Damaging my self image

Too many to count
Too many to feel
Too many…

DIH – 1/29/12