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 it’s been that way all along
as though the cerulean is my dressed-up-disease.
i guess in some ways it is,
but it’s really just you in ways you’ve never known,
and now i have to cut out all the parts of me that hold your stain.
graphite and watercolour on paper.
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