Bulls-Eye this flesh armor we adorn ourselves in, so fragile - pounding heart visible through translucent flesh like a throbbing bulls-eye crying out for an arrow to sink dep, this beckoning battle cry Warpaint decorate my body in warpaint crimson to show I've walked through the fires of Hell & still come out alive * indigo because I am unafraid of drowning and still possess the hottest part of the flame where I left myself burning, incendiary. * emerald to represent I have laid down like the grass, been walked upon but still risen. * rose-gold since my skin is gilded even if it does not glow, it is still precious. * coal black as if I have been consumed by the darkness that clutches and claims me despite the light of day, still luminescent. * *you cannot claim me or break me (only I can do that to myself.) for you, I will never surrender Battlefield Born born on a battlefield conceived in the arms of enemy territory blood & bone morphed into one a being, a babe forlorn - forsaken. how come we always believe the best of us come out alive while the hero is ripped limb from limb strewn across the battlegrounds without mercy, yet still survives marred by bloodstains and sins but alive, waiting to be whole again. Starvation I will starve myself until my body no longer begs food; eats itself from the inside. I will starve myself until my body learns there is no substance that will ever fulfill me not love nor light no warm nourishment I am a desperate mess destined to become skeletal I will cut myself into bits, guts and sinew strewn across the kitchen floor. I will waste away this flesh digest my own marrow feed on daydreams & stardust a bottomless supernova trapped in an infinite waltz with starvation. Author of Undone, Still Whole (APEP, May 2019) A poetess, novelist, creative nonfiction and flash fiction writer, her work ahs been published widely - find it at CreativeTianna.com founder of Rhythm & Bones Press. A small press focused on the idea of healing through writing.