A Hidden Kind of Artwork
A shaky breath falls from my lips
An obscure painting on a strange canvas
My wrists, my thighs, my hips
Red drips from a silver promise
An ugly lattice decoration
Crimson stripes in formation
A hidden kind of artwork
That no one can deny
Lines ripped into flesh
Spelling out lies
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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