Blue

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I walked home 

Dad was home

I dropped my bag 

I looked up Dad was slumped on the couch

He shook 

He shouted at me 

Why are you late?

He knocked me to the floor

Answer me Boy

I closed my eyes

A sharp pain came to my side

I winced 

He stomped away

I walked to my room limping

I picked up a Razor

Turning on the shower

I stripped my clothes 

Looking at the mirror 

I cried 

Cuts and Bruises left across my body

I stepped in the shower wincing again

I picked the Razor up

Carving my name in the only canvas free

"Blue" 

The jagged marks oozing with blood

The Water turned Red  

 

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