mosaic

peeling away
my
layers
seeing what i can find
underneath
to fuck
around
with
exposing my
own pain
they say never to pull away
the scab
never to expose the tender pink
but i find it is
healing
piecing together
the jagged leavings
years
of neglect
years
of abuse
i am a mosaic
of the bits of me
that
survived.

once again i found inspiration with my expressive figure drawing book. of course the figure i borrowed from was sitting very elegantly & when i tried to copy it, i ended up looking awkwardly sprawled–which is pretty accurate for my appearance.