Dante came to visit.
"I see you've been drawing again."
He wore a black and white striped sweater.
It lingered at his wrists.
His gauged ears and his
tattooed chest made him look tough.
He's so vulnerable though.
He wore a beanie over his longish, black hair.
He picked up a picture of a girl sitting in a windowsill.
The background was in a light grey. It was raining.
Over the picture of the girl, in a dark black marker was written
"I'll draw you a picture,
I'll draw it with a twist,
I'll draw it with a razor,
I'll draw it on my wrist.
If I do it correctly,
A fountain of red shall appear,
to take away my pain,
and wash away the fear."
I saw him look closely at the girls wrists.
They were lined with scars.