there are maps on my arms, gifts from him
plotted our lives, our worst moments together
the toughest nights, the roughest mornings
he's got them mapped out for me, in dots and dashes
dental crescents and finger-nail scratches
i've added some too, comet-shaped burns
and long dark lines and tiny pricks left behind from scabs
they form a map, written for me
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