so I was looking in the mirror today
tracing out all the places
it's still sore
all the little bruises and bite marks
where you nibbled me into shape
the little bits that got chipped away
those I hid
it's a funny thing
not to know your own body
to look back across months
years, actions and sentences
and not to recognise yourself
all the nights
and the walks home
the drinks and the conversations and the phone calls
not to see where you fit into them
because you know you were there
you know those were your words
your movements in the dark
you have the marks to prove it
the evidence
the hidden map of how you changed