This white blank page reminds me of
The stains that you left on my skin
The blood you poured
Like soup from a can
Thick, and willing
There are lines on this page
Similar to the ones
On my thighs
The ones on the paper
Are inked blue
My thighs are inked
With a red that seeps from within
Seeps past my bones
Past my skin
Past my final layer
Of protection
Protecting me from you
Or protecting me
From myself?
After all most wounds
Are self inflicted
This paper is straight
With no curved lines
I like how simple it is
In comparison to my futile body
My body,
With complex arteries and pipes
That twist and turn
Amongst my bones and organs
The day I am covered
With as many lines
As an exercise book
Is the day I will be willing to learn
I will have enough lines
To write on
Enough room to learn
The cavities of my brain will be free
Thank you for giving me
This opportunity
This thought process
From just a single sheet
Of paper.
Without you
I would be
Nothing
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
This white blank page reminds me of
The stains that you left on my skin
The blood you poured
Like soup from a can
Thick, and willing
There are lines on this page
Similar to the ones
On my thighs
The ones on the paper
Are inked blue
My thighs are inked
With a red that seeps from within
Seeps past my bones
Past my skin
Past my final layer
Of protection
Protecting me from you
Or protecting me
From myself?
After all most wounds
Are self inflicted
This paper is straight
With no curved lines
I like how simple it is
In comparison to my futile body
My body,
With complex arteries and pipes
That twist and turn
Amongst my bones and organs
The day I am covered
With as many lines
As an exercise book
Is the day I will be willing to learn
I will have enough lines
To write on
Enough room to learn
The cavities of my brain will be free
Thank you for giving me
This opportunity
This thought process
From just a single sheet
Of paper.
Without you
I would be
Nothing
I started off with the first line and it just kind of flowed from there. I don't understand how I was able to express this but I hope someone can enjoy it and understand. -Holly Jones 5/10/13
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