Red.

Gauge the fresh pressures  
deposit in my dermis
gashes in compartments  
crammed  
where none but You could see  
cherry dewy pools  
 
Unscreaming...  
for,  
wounds are windows  
I bind me in boards  
so veins stay unstained by views  
 
My mile of flesh fails  
faint as fog  
thinly meshed against Your gates  
 
Is this heart too shredded  
for the stitching?  
 
Plaque and tacky psychosis' prolapse  
my encumbered umber aorta  
 
All congeals  
all is stillife  
 
...sodden rotton flaws in red