mine for a mind

artistry of me pt 1

i stare at the veins on my arms,
admiring the artistry of my body,
thinking of how one day,
i could strike them open with a shard of glass,
but of how i would never,
because if i did,
the artistry would be gone,
the beauty of the dark blue tree like branches engrained in my skin would cease to exist,
and then i won't be able to admire the artistry but rather admire the blood pooling from them,
and that is something that wouldn't be worthy of art to me
- a.