correction to last post-poem

I hit the wrong key and the last post was published before I was finished. Here is the way my poem from the last post should read. Thank you for your patience, dear reader.

The map of my skin
takes me through days,
months,
of words slicing
through a softened
heart. Sometimes a gash,
a rush of red runs
off the table,
pooling onto the floor. Other
times a space mended,
filled. Cavities
and holes no longer leaking
life but scarlet
pockets, blue-veined
and hollowed.