Bleeding LipsA Poem by N.SevillaPerhaps lip biting is simply a bad habit. Perhaps even this simple action has significance, purpose, and depth.
I carry these bleeding lips upon my face
and let them drip their red. Scarlet, not with youthful glow, but with a color, dead. Unkissable, the way I turned myself, by chewing in these cracks. Leaving these things lifeless through the skin that lacks. Avert your eyes and stay far away from here. These castle wall I have are meant for you to fear. The blood is a final warning for you to stay away. The blood is a constant punishment for my guilt to always stay. Perhaps one day, one will come from the crowds I've seen and take their precious snow-white cloth to wipe my lips clean.
© 2012 N.SevillaAuthor's Note
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