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

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