Abril Garcia-Linn
CUTS
Sometimes I used a sewing needle
I preferred a safety pin
safely hidden in my pocket
I’d thumb it often
Sometimes I’d hide it in my mouth
Once I swallowed it
The tear of skin
basically painless
Almost no blood
inkless tattoos
I gave myself
barely visible
my clothes covered
the scribbled scars
There was no thought
To what I was doing
My body was my canvas
It was mine
only mine
His greedy hands could not
Stop me