erythrosine
a severed head (or heart) — Sharan Hunjan
I take one step forward then ten steps back towards ink-stained feet my fingerprints contain all the colours of you that turpentine won't remove red number 3 making me bleed erythrosine smeared on my Judas cheek
thank you for reading x
Didn't know the word either! At least Anne Boleyn and Medusa's monopoly is still entact.
I enjoyed this Suzie. I also looked it up. Great imagery. Great poem. Hope you're well.