Steel meets flesh and draws out blood like a thirsty mosquito
Cutting red valleys through the skin
gushing
swelling
scabbing
scarring
Torturing one's self and calling it therapy
Whether it be a blade or a needle to paint pictures of
loving
losing
crying
fighting
Dealing with demons that can not be fought or seen
By the naked eye but shown in the
rose
dove
tombstone
hummingbird
As the blade cuts and scars and blemishes
The needle cuts and scars and heals in vibrant color providing
beauty
elegance
reminiscence
closure
The scars from the blade cannot be taken back
The scars from the needle won't be taken back
When filled with blood and ink.
About the Creator
Gunnar Anderson
Author of The Diary of Sarah Jane and The Diary of Sarah Jane: Between the Lines. Has a bachelor's degree in English from Arizona State University and currently resides in Phoenix with his wife and daughter who inspire him daily.
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Comments (1)
Wow this was really deep. Great job!