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I'll pour myself a rose water bath and let my breath surface from under the waves.

Stain my hair red because of tragedy and coat my soul with sores.



     Can't you see my scars?





I rake my stubbed nails across my face to relive the frustration.

Should I pray for salvation when I am not sure if they are coming with me?



An inferior feeling knocked on my heart to day requesting access.

I still have not let it in.