I am a fresh bruise, mottled under skin and tender to the soft touch of a fingertip. I am painted by angry hands, by sharp edges, by painful accidents. I only exist where I should not be.
I am danger. Raging red and melancholy blue melt together to birth the hue of my thoughts, unnatural and yet mesmerising all at once. I am the softness that lures you in, and the violence that traps you.
There is poison behind my teeth, edged to sink into your skin; to bleed my colour into you. It will bubble beneath the surface, will rush to darken your veins.
Look into my smile, and you will find fangs.
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Mackenzie Lee
Writer, poet, editor.
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