With the needle he conjured artworks.
Lines.
Points.
Curves.
And the transparent liquid dripped,
burned.
On his skin.
On his scars.
And the scarlet liquid ran over
the older
and the newer memories.
And he felt free.
He felt alive.

AuthorsNote: Das Kapitel "Kunswerke..." auf Englisch und mit einem zusätzlichen Vers.