There's a story inscribed,
The grammar on my wrists,
Is off beat and twisted,
Until the bones crack and splinter.
Pushing boundaries of literature;
Stretching tendons to break point.
Point blank - there are mistakes,
Mistakes etched into my skin.
Mis-spellings of the past.
Mis-assumptions of myself.
With punctuation - slightly - skewed -- - --- -- -
There is grammar on my wrists.