Smeared streaks taint my skin.
Make me whole again
So that I may never know the cracks
When the blood dries.
Where is my redemption yet?
Bathe me, glaze me;
I would give anything
To be put on a shelf.
Leave me, forget me
Until it is time to move on,
And the things you carry
Must be takenOr left behind.
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Color Me November
Poezie30 days. 30 poems. 30 colors. It's time for the first ever Color Me November! #colormenovember 11/8: #138 in Poetry