There was once a place I thought
Sanctuary
Shouldn’t I have?
But blood escaped my veins
And waited patiently under my skin
In the places where love should have been.
My sanctuary was a night garden.
Flowering vines grew around my body
And curled around my throat like a necklace.
I carefully tended every dark bloom
While I feared their poison.
Was that darkness so comforting after all?
I thought I was more beautiful for my scars.
I thought I was.
