If desires were pinpricks
I would be covered in spots of red
Bleeding freckles, washed in pain
Rinse under the cold water, in the rain
Rinse under the hot water and be burned by flame
If desires were pinpricks
I would have the constellations in my skin
And all the starry universe contained therein
A wound, small and red
However seemingly limited
Can become gaping, a hole
A window to my raw and bleeding soul
If desires were pinpricks
Then pull the bandages across my eyes
Place upon them each a coin
For passage into a new day
And let these constellations be washed away
Artist: Caroline Jamhour
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