Red Snow

I want my blood all over this pristinely white

coyly glistening snow.

I want my blood to consume this perfect iciness,

penetrating it like your favorite flavor of syrup does a slushy.

I want my blood to seep through the powder,

turning the beautiful white into horrifying red.

Some visible, tangible representation of the pain flaming inside of me.

Others will finally see it

I’ll be able to point to it

My pain no longer masked or hidden.

It’ll be there

Frozen and unavoidable.

A patch of blood red ice against a continuum of glittering

beautifully bleached snow.

 

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