A scab here, a scar there
all are souvenirs saved
from all the places that
could not save me,
ghostly momentos
from the dying I've done
everywhere, secret
journeys kept inside
a haunted chest
heavy with
mournful breath
and the mapped
out memories
weeping jaggedly
across a
desecrated flesh
11/10/2019
Words and Art ©Debbie Berk 2019