My arms a canvas
This blade a brush
At that moment I become the best artist to live
At that moment red is the only colour that my brain can recognize
My skin ripped open as if a kid is opening up their Christmas present
But instead of a toy, all I see is the sadness in my soul that I pray would escape
I never knew how painful and how beautiful the colour red could be.
A crimson river flows out of my paper thin skin
Thicker than anything I've ever seen
Everyone always said that blood is thicker than water but my blood was something else
The blood that ran down my arm was so much more than blood
So much more than anything
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoésieJust a thought, turned into words. Written into a piece of paper. Now that thought is much more then ever.