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Red Hands

Scarred, swollen, and sensitive
Blistered, broken, and beautiful
Fleshy stumps curled into fists
Carefully sculpted hands that carve rock against a cyan sky
If I died by his hands, I’d be honored
If I lived by his fists, I’d be ashamed
Red is the color of
Blood
Rebellion
Roses
A dress I once loved
Red is the color of
His hands




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