Ready For War

I sit and stare,
At my arm, bare.
Pale ivory and red,
I'm ready for war.

Intricate patterns,
Torn flesh.
With a trusty knife,
I'm ready for war.

I line them up,
My little soldiers.
15 in a straight line,
Ready for war.

Powdery white,
Pale as snow.
Waiting to be deployed,
Ready for war.

I send them into battle,
Hoping and praying.
That it won't take long,
I'm ready for war.

I know I'll win,
Even if I haven't before.
'Cause this time it's different,
I'm ready for war.