If I had fresh skin, a fresh slate, a fresh tablet to etch out my artistry
Would I do it?
Without question
I would do it,
To feel to feel to feel it alllll
drip down drip down and away
Carve a smooth thin line like a smile that won’t come
Never enough
to break never enough to last, the coward, the curse, the chase,
Keeps you coming back keeps you
grinning
On the edge
If I had an arm, if I had a blade?
If I had the strength
Red’s
my favorite color
I’ll see in it myself again