My deep dark feelings

Dark and meaningfull

I look into the black ink on the paper,

black, black, black

I look at the bright contrast of the white paper,

white, white white,

I look at the red blood splurting out onto my wrists,

red, red, red,

I look at my bright, cheerful hair in the mirror,

pink, pink, pink,

I don't like colour.

vagina, the gateway to my sorrow.

Author's Note

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[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Powerful!