1, 2, 3, 4 horizontal lines
Lying straight in a neat row.
Small, round rubies blossom from the crevices.
Their rich color is a stark contrast from the surface
That they have sprouted from.
I stare down at them, and without thinking,
I make another line.
And as I sit in my room, encased in silence, watch
As the rubies dot my skin.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryPoems I've written. Some of these poems address themes that may be triggering, such as self harm, anxiety, depression, mood disorders, etc.
