Can't keep it in
Hush hush
The stain seeps through the pore
Face crinkled, she runs
A packet soon to be stained
Seems to disappear in her clenched fists
She is now marked
Hush hush
The stain seeps through the pore
Face crinkled, she runs
A packet soon to be stained
Seems to disappear in her clenched fists
She is now marked
The stain seeps out of her body
And into her mind
No escape from the red
Blood shot eyes mark her
The stain runs deep
And into her mind
No escape from the red
Blood shot eyes mark her
The stain runs deep
It flows like a river
Permeating through gullible sponges
Meanwhile the stain chokes her
And she drowns.
Permeating through gullible sponges
Meanwhile the stain chokes her
And she drowns.
Stains carry memories and history, be it good or bad. When used in storytelling they become a powerful tool. Stains are more than just accidents. A stain insignificant to one, might be a trigger for another.
Exploring stains