Inked

Blood spills over
Onto the Human Canvas
Droplets like a constellation of Red

I feel a sense of numbness
Certainty, too
A permanent state

Reminder that nothing can be undone
Not this
Not what I feel

Words spill out of my mouth
I wish to edit but I have already spoken
…Too late

So this is everlasting
Beads sponged away to reveal a narrative
To uncover a captured sentiment

I am awestruck by the story
A book can be a single word
My spine is now open

Lost

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