With my pen I puncture my palm
And let the letters leak
The alphabet in drops of blood
Creates chromosome calligraphy
I have a new escape
Sentences replace the hot red streaks
Where once only blood would heal
Now words are my release
But I have no need to bandage
Or stitch with needle and thread
Cause from my literary blood letting
Others are healed by the words that are read
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