Red Ink September 5, 2026 / Raven / 0 Comments scars write themselves between breasts with red ink trembling accuracy words that spent tears like fortune Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like this:Like Loading… Related Cave bodygriefmemorymicro poetrypainpoetryred inkscarssurvivaltearsvulnerability Previous post I’m No Victim. I Clap Back. Next post Am I? Leave a Reply Cancel replyCommentNameEmailWebsite Turn on JavaScript to leave a comment.
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