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Casper_the_ghost

when they tear your heart from your chest,

 

use the blood to paint a portrait of your soul and proudly display it for them to see

 

use the blood as ink and write into your skin:

 

this is who I am. I am not who you told me to be

 

and watch their face as it sinks in


let it bleed across a blank page until it becomes an inkblot of me, all me


make them tell you what they see in it, force them to put a name to your essence


wear the worn out husk on your sleeve, a badge of honor screaming:

 

you bled me dry and yet

 

I live on.

  • Author: Casper James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2022 16:35
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Buzz Bray

    Powerful! A Rohrschach portrait. Nicely done!



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