They split me open. ‬

‪Inside, they found healed wounds from old battles.

I was repaired. I was fixed.

The scars were there, and they were deep.

But now the scars are just tiny fragments of something that once was.

I wear those memories like a Cartier Love bracelet.

Gilded bondage meant to sanctify inseparable love.

Locked onto me forever with a tiny screwdriver.

It’s beautiful, isn’t it?