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.