how do you heal the scars
of a body whose heart sank deep into its spine?
how do you tell it to sing
when its voice vanished in a ripple of screams?
how do you purge the pains of a body
dampened with unwanted waters forming a map on its thighs?
a girl whose pride became an elusive epistle,
on a silent night,in a bazaar.
-her body becomes a house of cicatrices.
-she begins to sing,a broken diminuendo.
-and only what you see,on her face, is a buttress of tears.