Do you really want to send rosetinted a message saying you like their work?
the marks stay, but the ink bleeds over. Slashes become staves become wings, become freedom.
today I will wear velvet where fingers closed tight, will stand dizzy at the edge of the bridge, breathing: cold crisp air.
at night, I dig my feet into my mattress like the floor. I brace myself against nightmares. The marks stay.
I fly.