day eight.

fragile me.

touch me.
gently.
there are wounds
that have not yet
healed gashes
that haven't been
bandaged yet
i'd hate 
for my blood to 
spill on your
untainted flesh
spotless not a
scar in sight
my life is on
display in the form of
crisscross x's blackened lines and broken hearts
on my back.

kiss me.
gently.