Blast

When I see you

I hope we'll have died 1000 deaths

I look forward to sharing how I lost all that flesh

The trauma

The desease

The scars

I want to celebrate our victory

Over the words of haters

Over the failed expectations

Over the bad decisions

The clink of our bones would be a healthy sign

A sign that we didn't stop moving through hell

Despite the shame melting from our limbs in a public humiliation 

And our remaining teeth will chatter about all the adventures we've had