Tisha and I wanted to write on “scars” but I was clueless as ever. This is what I finally came up with:
Underneath my skin are tissues and blood; they know your touch. My senses have recognised you long before you laid your hands on me; like on a quest for holy grail, you searched the corners of my body leaving a trail of untamed memories behind.
I cover myself in courage as tears of separation roll down my cheeks. A sudden surge of jarring emotions collide with my pragmatic heart, a striking contradiction and I’m at war; with myself. I hide the scars within. How do you recognise something you don’t see? My fingers follow the map on my body, drawn by your fingernails, a mark of remembrance; a tale long lost.
These walls know that I sing, the floor knows that I weep and water knows how to console. Whiskey has numbed the pain down and further I drown.
Here’s part two. (Tisha’s)