A Word Red

I identify like nothing else with these traces that have been left. Slit and stare, a history evokes itself from curtains of mystery that are there. Stamped. Close my eyes against the glare; It’s what I see everywhere! Red, as it pulses through these veins. It’s inked across the Heart with its contradiction; and has crossed the mind as a Conviction. A rejection. Lost, late, final notice: my Eviction. So much cut from the lines; and at the tape. So much said— ’n red. I’m not against it truly, not at all, but to be so raw, ripped-open and exposed in every flaw... is to have been bled... to have been read... and discarded by all.

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