the booming voice in the back of my head tells me to cut;
reminding of how gratifying the pain feels.
my legs are decorated in the constellation
of my mistakes.
a map of every injustice i've experienced,
dusted pink.
varying depths as i grit my teeth
through the metallic,
hot incisions;
yet, there is something alluring in the way the blood cascades.
something alluring in releasing emotional pain through an equally painful action
a permanent reminder that i didn't let it kill me
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
