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.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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