Thinking of the

all the cracks of me,

Sometimes just a stab

Sometimes a cake-cutting.

I was first like

Sad, I ain’t intact

Then relieved that

I am still me

At last I became

So proud of scar itself

Yeah, I finally found

some decoration to brag about

Like on a halloween night,

I staggered like zombie

Intoxicated with the

Odd beauty of mine