And I can see myself

reflected

in the centre of

your eyes through crystal clear

drops

I see myself hanging

on the tip of your tongue on

the prick

of your fingertips

under your nails

kept close

just scraping the surface of your

skin

and I can see myself

through the spots and scars drawn

on your body

cuts deep in your flesh

wounds remain

I see myself

slipping

down your wrists disguised 

in red

with viscosity I

drip

down

faded

residue of honest breathe

lingers

on purple skin

ringing

ears splitting

pounding

I can see myself

through your cringed eyes

pain absorbed

tears tearing

through open wounds

stinging

making way down concave cheeks-

I can see myself,

I see myself

through the worst parts of you.