dreiundzwanzig

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I am a blank canvas.

White.

of expectations and hope
of a translucent pureness
we learnt to project.

White.

amid blank canvases
I was a stain

how can i remain pure and empty when you tainted me

RED.

slashed right across the chest
with one swift motion

too vibrant, too passionate

too harsh on the cold bathroom floor

ON THE COLD BATHROOM FLOOR

watching the blood drip like bleeding skies

as I curse those scarlet beads

ON THE COLD BATHROOM FLOOR

where it was too late to be saved

too late for your last minute attempts

too late to wake the little people in me

from their eternal sleep

for they had already given up
and the clockwork inside me has stopped

RED.

you lit a fire inside of me

and it bu r n e d me

to my rotten core

and as scorching lava coursed through my hollow veins

I erupted;

drenching everything around me in

RE D

I watched everything turn to flames

and all that remained were as h e s.

*****

credit to one of my wattpad friends: dichromatic

check out her account and poetry book. her poems are off the charts!
also, i'm to be in California for a couple of days so i may not update for a while, therefore, i'm doing a double update!

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