i let the brush soak in red
and paint it across my skin
let it float
dance
tip toe
across
my wrists, my thighs, my stomach, my heart
it's a broken painting
a painting of red, red, red
and won't wash away,
it stains my fair skin
stains my heart;
a painting of sad, broken scars,
a painting of painful pain,
a painting of a chaotic mess.
