patchwork child

your own hands

it never really goes away
it grabs hold of you
seeps into your skin
soiling every win

it's part of you
and it gives the best hugs
it's there at the highs and lows
it sees you and knows

it obsesses over you
and you over it
it's so savagely stunning
leashing you with cunning

it watches you sleep
watches you breathe
with a loving, murderous gaze
that puts you in a daze

it's a disease
an addiction
it's the blade, the flame, the brands
it's your own hands