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Description
A cold iron bar,
From either a weapon or cage,
Stands rawly on pale skin,
Darker than blackness
Compared to the healthy pinkness
Of the canvas of the body.
It's a deep bruise of an image,
As if placed there by some savage beating,
Hard, dark, and irrevocable.
But around the icy rod,
Set to hold it firmly in its grasp,
A single hand is rendered,
Cutting in two what was once immovable,
The blunt fingers gently closing to hold it.
And around the wrist of that lonesome hand,
Is wrapped a familiar sight.
Drawn in a thick, dark band
Is the bracelet worn
By the hand of the bearer
Pointing out her tattoo for display.