Wearing my heart...

      As a bleeding tattoo underneath both sleeves, Colour dealt as guilt's devoted ink woven over scorch everlasting self hatred until death inflicted marks.... No longer necessary, I adore unto love that which the mirror reflects as me. Despite the wounds fire, knives, various blades & nooses have inflected upon that which is left remnants of spitefulness over; That which is entitled by the one that loves... Me, Besides me...!

In lieu of finding...
Acceptance:
Of self.