H

I create constellations.

If I call them speckled stars on my flesh

instead of

bruised 

needle 

pricks

maybe then

I'll feel more beautiful.

Reviews

[TLK]

The poem is definitely enhanced by the lexigraphical trick of the scattering words. It indicates, to me, the actual needle pricks, the meandering thoughts of the self-abuser, and the fluidity of an incorrect rationalisation. Overall, I think it really adds to the piece -- you can't help but read it in the sing-song voice of the confused.

[PadfootBlack]

Wow, this is an incredibly flattering review. Thank you for reading.