Skinscapes and bodyscapes
No more writing or drawing on the wall just skinscapes and bodyscapes on my ceiling and on my floor. No more green lanscapes the art is of the body.
The flashes of blured vision of the softness of new skin retuning though the black edge of nothingness
The sun did this to a body
... and the ceiling and the floor. Flashes of fire felt beneath the skin of healing.
Jagged vision of a muscle moured lost in a new shaping of self