Ice blades my very skin,As if winter froze my flesh,Soldiers buried deep in my jointsCome and open up my hands,Like a rose,Each with its own layers,Each bud, blood covered,Hoods hiding ecstasy,Long arms to mask the longing,The length of desire in fighting,In pink, My hands leak ink,Ink onto paper,My tears become books,The words a song,The eyelid […]