CINQUAIN Poetry: I smeared blood over my body when you wept, by Gabriela Chan

I smeared blood over my body when you wept,
I scratched scars upon my skin,
I painted my hands blue
to match the colour of your face
when it was stained with tears,

I listened to you,
I listened so much
that I turned myself into a character in your story
and when you closed your book, you got better
and I got trapped.

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