the familiar sting fills my nose initiates the numbness at ease, at ease to give in is to lose the remainder of my innocence but am I so innocent to have anything left to lose weakness comes in all shapes and sizes but invisibility only comes in one shade and there is only one door to escape out of so I write on my hand: this is redemption in permanent ink so when I wake up tomorrow groggy from the lines cut on my biology textbook I will remember natural light only comes in if the shades are pulled up and the window is open