The Canvas

My hands shake,

Spark the flame,

Or lift the blade,

Know what to anticipate,

Like electricity through my veins,

Threaded through my body like lace,

Tears fall from my eyes like rain,

Familiar ritual,

Spark, fire, too close, too far,

Blade, blood, slash, slice, scar,

Stained skin stitched,

Silent sorrow,

Painted on a perfect canvas.

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