Trading skin for wisdom,
carving the scream into a whisper
What passes through me,
Will ultimately pierce you,
Freeing this precious matter
trapped
in a net of memories
And just like you, here I am, unfurling my tongue,
probing and moistening the
wounds
To make titanium gleam
With just enough salt for light
to pass through those
slightly ajar,
For those who hold the
secret
of recognizing rare birds by the hue of their scars
Trading skin for wisdom,
carving the scream into a whisper
What passes through me,
Will ultimately pierce you,
Freeing this precious matter
trapped
in a net of memories
And just like you, here I am, unfurling my tongue,
probing and moistening the
wounds
To make titanium gleam
With just enough salt for light
to pass through those
slightly ajar,
For those who hold the
secret
of recognizing rare birds by the hue of their scars