Smoke-stained walls of my prison cell
as the blatant virginity of white
blinds my eyes
and precise mitered edges
the epidermis of my wrists and throat.
Toxic drops of cinnabar
as if sun-warmed snow
the life source of my fallen comrades.
Pitch black curlicues, back slashes, s-curves, half-moons
on the naiveté of youth.
I hold the once-pristine paper
of my farewell letter
against the smoke-stained walls of my prison cell
as tears blur the words and cause the blood to run.
the blatant virginity of white
blinds my eyes….
(Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar: Defamiliarization. November 20, 2014.)