I am leaving the same comment for both poems, you and Mark's, what did the both of you just write? I hope the randomness of the weekly takes both poems to the front.

You both have different styles yet each had this magical atmosphere and honestly magical wording. I'm a 3rd to be left inspired.

Oh that literal image is dark and painful ('crafting pathways for infections' and such) but I can't stop re-reading this, it's so good!
I also keep forgetting that it's the voices that keep opening her wounds, and instead I keep imagining some kind of insects xD, but then I remember and the poem gets even better!

I feel like this poem is about an idea I can't quite grasp, but it's vividly mesmerizing anyway. The first 2 verses remind me of inner turmoil, while the 3rd remains a mystery.