Knife in the back--it cuts me deep
Out from the cracks the blood does seep
It paints my skin in scarlet stripes
Stains my feet for ghoulish strides

Walk to the waves, fall to my knees
Let rushing water wash me clean
My shoulder blades tense and shudder
Removing iron you buried under

My skin rips against sharpened edge
Struggling to halt the blood that sheds
I lie flat against soft earth
Embrace recovery amongst cold dirt

This blood will dry, run down the drain
Wound will close, nerves cease their ache
Crooked skin replace this ****
All to remind of deeds that passed

I catch a glimpse in bare reflection
Cheeks flush with tainted recollection
Raised blemish--may it never fade, patch never renewed
I cherish the imperfection--all you left of you