At first, the baring of the skin,
The colors being revealed,
shade by shade.
At first, the shame,
the sense of loss,
The horror of being caught.
At first, the shock of the failure,
the painful revelation.
Truth, that cutthroat dagger, ready to execute.
At first, the hemorrhage
the ruptured vein, the helplessness,
the profusion of blood.
Until the bleeding subsides.
The wound is revealed:
its depths, its nature.
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