now i can feel it like someone has put methylene in my chlorinated veins
and you think that now that i can see my blue blood, that itís been that way all along
as though the cerulean is my dressed-up-disease.
i guess in some ways it is,
but itís really just you in ways youíve never known,
and now i have to cut out all the parts of me that hold your stain.
graphite and watercolour on paper.