I like to art on queer places,
Too often these being a part of me;
The only colour I paint is red,
And instead of a brush, I use a blade.
This was something I made in quite a rush, late at night, and with my left hand modelling for me. That’s about the days when I was hardly anything but suicidal.
I failed to see how a bruise so temporary could offer a pain so permanent;
Now I do.