Marks (Elizabeth)

You've been betrayed by the marks on your arm,

Covered with powder to cover the harm.

All the confusion locked inside your brain-

Sweet liberation was worth all this pain?

I could've sworn one was shaped like a kiss...

Attempts at affection all gone amiss.

A month with one's not a day with the other,

Razor sharp like the loss of a lover.

The End

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