Relax (By Cat Matchuk)

Relax
here’s a small pond
The water feels like needles pricking every inch of me
but never strong enough to rip me open
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
Relax
here’s a small pond
The water feels like needles pricking every inch of me
but never strong enough to rip me open
I never kept track of our kisses.
I can’t remember which one
was the last.
The pain is not a secret.
Although I throw scarred leather
over these bones,
the angles of my heart still rip through paper