Take that pen and use it like a knife.
Take that paper, and make it your skin.
Take your knife and engrave all of your thoughts into your pretty white skin.
Do this, as a reminder that you will always be this person.
This person with that memory.
That memory because this happened.
Take that knife and make art upon that skin.
Because your skin is your life, your knife tells a story that no other may tell upon your skin.
No finger tips can press along your skin and sing a glorious song.
No lips can whisper the words of your story.
Just that knife, as your pen, upon your skin to tell the tale.