;

Thin lines running through skin,
blue, red and violett, its like
you have your own little rainbow.
living deep inside you.



Bloodred.
A beautiful color.
Why do we need to inflict pain to see this,
which makes us so human.
which makes us so vulnerable.
which keeps us sane.

Breached.
Streaming out,
of everything we once called home,
for our bodies are a home we never leave.

Beaten.
We have to be,
to destroy our home, by ourselves.
The place that is so save,
now lost.

Whats the reason