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.
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