Under a blanket of white
My stained red thighs and hips
Are hidden
Kept secret
The old faint lines
Are forgotten
Under a blanket of white
My bleeding heart and bruised mind
Are staining
The blanket
The red splotches
Are growing
Under a blanket of red
My heart stops beating
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Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)