i write in isolation
counting each razor-thin line
(bloody things that they are)
laid out in neat red scars
a ladder carved in bas-relief
along the inside of my arm
i write in isolation
counting each razor-thin line
(bloody things that they are)
laid out in neat red scars
a ladder carved in bas-relief
along the inside of my arm
Deep stuff man. I can’t figure out if it’s an alliteration to tattooing or cutting yourself? The Bas-relief can go either way.
Metaphor.
It’s the writing. The delve into the Self. The blood all over the page. A souvenir left on the underside. No one really knows.
We understand this.