Red and White

See those white bandages binding shut skin, hiding ripped open flesh (Watch her closely as she pulls open veins hidden razor blade kisses) hiding that place where her whole life welled to the surface as she prayed. (beneath criss-crossing stitches trying to hold her together.) The white bandages are turning red as she purposefully plays with her wrist (Begging color to come and stain all the white craze of red in a white abyss) begging the blood to seep and drip onto the plain white flesh too much white, too much (red valentine hearts cut them cut them away) she clawed at her wrist feeling blind begging color to be somewhere, (leave them pinned up the the walls, red paint in streaks, thick.) somewhere beneath her INSANITY.