Ghost
I am bursting with red,
Inside and outside.
They don’t see,
But I feel the lines rubbing against my black façade
~~~~~~
It’s been some time.
I look down and I wish I could see a ghost line on my skin,
But there’s nothing there.
I chain my hands at night,
Not trusting the thoughts that control them.
I crave for red,
But I don’t even have white.
~~~~~~
My acid pearls dissolved the bondage from my hands,
And my hands wander in search of red.
They break apart the healed,
And tear down the months of purity.
I am bursting with red.
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