i scratched my body until all i could feel were the droplets of water smashing against my skin, i can feel each blemish pulse with life due to each torrid drop.
like an outrage from within my body- pins stab outwards from the tiniest to each gash and a severe case of deprivation is to blame for this elevated assortment-
pure crimson, red ash.
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my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
