My fingers curl,
Nails scraping and cracking open my palm
As flesh peels through and red-
The Red pools out
And reveals the underneath.
The underneath that scares so much of my inner being.
The Red stains my eyes, stains my mind
The Red returns to haunt me at night
And in the day.
Relentless. Omnipresent. There. Just there.
But I blink -
And the Red is gone.
Without a trace
