When I Can't Do Anything Else

Wrist

My wrist is a blooming poem that I'd never destroy,

My wrist is a song that'll stop the descend from bringing broken noise,

My wrist are pages of a story that always tells a new one each day,

My wrist is the stars, humming with bright life, thumping a beat,

My wrist and every part of my body are connected to my soul; life fluctuates inside of me, nearing a low, aiming a high,

My soul is the stitch that sews up the wounds that I have created, and I won't worry it for unleashing indignation on my wrist,

My wrist is a fragile paradise, I will protect it at all cost, and most importantly,

I'll protect it from me

//k.u.