Her Canvas

She carves poetry in her skin,

poems of reckless despair.

Words heavy with desperation,

begging for someone to share.

Her canvas, painted red.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8w4d8r/evening_rain/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8w29b8/was_thinking_about_you_last_night/