bandages
though i am swollen and altered
under and over my skin
you will still know me
if we ever meet again.
you are camped by stella ranges
where my dried tears are
filling up the salt lakes
at the edge of nowhere.
should you ever return
in the way we both remember
back, to these damp islands
carrying our embers.
our old scars all healed over
but ready to burn again
please watch the fire closely
no more stamping out the flames.