297: Blood and Veins

When they shut the curtains

in the silence of their own room,

they let their armour rest

and expose their blood and veins

to the gentle air.

It twirls their hair,

caresses their lungs,

smooths their creases and gentles their nails

from claws to softened crescents.

Their bed colours red,

fades into pink —

the colours of their insides,

their darkened depths

that none but their own room may see.

Tomorrow they'll don their armour once again,

skin and clothes to suit the world,

but for now they're one

with the air in their lungs.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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