Reborn in Red

Red.

Lines slash my skin,

Knives break the words apart.

New.

Ink stains my canvas,

Removing my scars,

Replacing them with smooth skin.

Removing my scars.

Ink stains my canvas -

New.

Knives break the words apart,

Lines slash my skin.

Red.

 

Again.

Again.

Again.

Until we are reborn

In ink

And don't need red.

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Me
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