Flesh

it must be told the words

  forgotten lost in the ether

and beginning again, sight

 unheard of, repeating

again i hear the voices 

 whispering, their ghostly tongue

licking and biting and clawing

 and my scars their freedom

i have escaped and see again,

 these words must be told

again until the ending

 has been carved out

bled out, stretched across

scratch and breaking i 

 want to be born from

the lips of those that read

 these words that i have

forced my way into this 

 place this dawning

burning i can hear them

 looking for me

i am the voice you hear

 only in dreams

i am the inexplicable marks

 upon your body

i am you