I’m writing my name
on my arm

the blade is blunt
but it works like a charm

blood stains
are draping the ground
in a strange
purple shroud

I’m writing my name
on my eye

butcher sunbeams kiss
the brow

light pours on my slit
iris
like the tainted stream
of a dark abyss

reading my scars
pristine

coagulated words...

inlaid death
that's what I did

here come
the wolves