"Change my future

Create my past"

Watch as

a needle is stitching memories

an embroidered path

between my thighs.

a doll's pain

is seen beneath me.

there is no blood

only chains of black beads

sprouting like veins.

My eyes close

trying not to feel

the heat raise up my body.

Like an earthquake

flushing flames,

i try and cradle the pain

pushing the branches towards the ground.

But i blossom inside.

like an arrow to the heart

bleeding butterflies.

The colors fade

into a hypnotizing glow.

Opening my eyes

i read the mark

left behind:

Change my future,

create my past.