Thin, lazer-straight lines
etched with hard unyeilding steel
In living canvas
Lines that weep crimson tears
Pain is all they know.

Ruby- red tears run,
To canvas edge they stampede.
Hurling themselves off.
Lemming-like they seek their end.
A mass grave; their end.

Lazer straight lines close.
Their tears have run out.
Slowly they repair themselves
Pale scar tissue stays.

Silent reminders
They wait for future siblings.
Eternal vigil.
Scarified living canvas...
A portrait of pain.