Rupture breaks through the skin,
Bleeds, leaves a gash, cools,
Comes to rest.
On my back the cooled flow
Creates a ridge, a gap.
I watch the searing glow solidify,
A map of its path across flesh.
I scratch the scab to see inside,
The raw wet pain of my body,
Your body in pain, this thin place
Where we each live, the wellspring