Writing in Red Ink

My pencil rests delicately against paper

the tip of a knife balanced on skin

Press down to form raw words

messy, painful, scarlet art

Carving words that bead with pain

carving scarlet lines and silver scars

A testament to your pain

splashes and slashes scarring into symphonies of hurt

Never to be erased or forgotten

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