My hand is heart-shaped.

My hand is my heart.

if I stabbed it, blood would flow

Freely, draping over my fingertips like lace curtains

dyed with mulberries

Would it be purple if my mind showed?

I don't know. It flows with time

and without it, as well.

My mind is heart-shaped,

A strange palm reading, but more so,

a soulful one (if any).