&nb sp; &nb sp; MY SKIN CANVAS
&nb sp; My body is like a blank canvas
Waiting to be panted on
Waiting to feel some thing
And the only way of making my canvas in to an art form
Is by taking my razor in my hand
Holding the razor so tight in my hand that
My hand turns white.
I put the razor against my white canvas
Body. I push down real hard
And start sliding it back and forth
My blank canvas now has some color
I feel the razor meeting the red worth of my blood rushing down my arm and for that moment I feel some thing
I feel pain and I think to my self
Now my canvas is a work of art I rinse my razor and place it on the counter and I bandage my scar. An I think now I should throw my razor a way. I don’t need that to remind me of that day because I have a scar to remind me forever now my canvas is no longer blank.
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