the only things
keeping me alive
are the lines
lines that dance
across my skin
with the sharpness
and elegance
of an ice skate
lines encased
in halos of
pinks and reds
a stark contrast to
pale white
lines with no
true destination
no reason
to dwell in them
lines that cry
crimson tears
and carry
secrets
secrets of pain
cravings of mortality
aches of loneliness
hopeless prayers
but the lines
keep me alive
they allow agony
escape to the surface
so it doesn't
cause implosion
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Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
