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Condensations / Contemplations

Condensations/Contemplations

I painted my face in red, white, and blue on a cold winter’s night over my tingling brown skin.

The colors bled through my porous skin, mixed with blood, and the colors inside were soon unrecognizable.

I tried painting my face again on a hot summer’s day with saffron, white, and green old colors I wore as a child.

Paint seeps in but my blood is saturated.

Through my skin leaks the excess into a pool of colors, sweat and tears wash it all away until on my skin reveals what is left.

Written by Shreya Suresh Edited by Evelyn Li Designed by Griffin Wells

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