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my eyes are sun-kissed
my skin moon-struck,
when again flesh is torn
red blossoms scattered
across dust and rock
where it shouldn't grow
where it shouldn't flow
where i shouldn't harrow
like a sun-split road,
or windborne bark,
or the tidemarks
left on the dock side
i start to see some beauty
in my melancholy,
some romance
in gruesome sights
and if i'm being honest,
i try to ignore the sting,
but i feel the keenest
when it's all i can feel
and if i'm being honest,
i truly relish it lingering,
and i start to worry lest
red is all i'll ever feel
