Lines
Lines,
Not of cocaine,
Not of paint,
Or kids,
Lines of blood.
After the emotions have built a fire in my body
Large enough that it's a 5 Alarm
Alarming.
The emotions spark and ignite
And that fire is put out as soon as the cool blood rushes out.
The lines got boring so they became a square
Not as easy to hide.
Maybe it's a bigger cry
A cry for help, a cry of pain
A cry
For prom, these lines and squares will look fabulous
The true scars of childhood and the teen years marked into
My skin
My brain
My heart.
Copyright © Kat Kro | Year Posted 2022
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