does it pay to have your
sins written in thick red blood?
do your eyes revel in an ugly sort of
pride when you cast your eyes
upon wetness and dark wounds?
how do you allow your innocence
to be drawn away like fine string?
does the damp squalor of your
mouth bequeath to you
kind and gentle phrase?
simply because your scars have faded
does not give you the right to
make more on empty skin.
