injury checklist

i live in
a mountain
of quilts and blankets
cocoon of
secrets and guilt
mascara on my pillows
from a
liquid confession
a vault opened
arrows flew out
tipped with
flame and fear
left a mark
i can't take back

i am
the shattered bones
and massacred organs
of embracing
a speeding
oncoming
semi.

i am
the gaping hole
left by a
well-loved
perfectly angled
shotgun.

i am
all that's left
after a house
engulfed
cinders and ashes
destroyed memories.

i am a nightmare
but i breathe
and if you
close your eyes
just right
you'll see.