Blue Porcelain
sitting on red-stained tile,
retracing the tally marks of broken dreams,
she lets old stresses drain
and lets numbness pulse through her veins
blood is her baptism
as her life fades into something new-
she borrows one last breath
as her skin turns blue
retracing the tally marks of broken dreams,
she lets old stresses drain
and lets numbness pulse through her veins
blood is her baptism
as her life fades into something new-
she borrows one last breath
as her skin turns blue