Of my own hands, I'm afraid.
From the things they're capable of.
They can caress, they can be gentle at times.
Though controlling them gets out of my grasp sometimes.
They're stunning yes, every finger has its own beauty and uniqueness.
It is the nails I'm mostly afraid of.
They can get quite long and cold at times.
They can be ruthless and scratch at my glowing skin, they can make me bleed and burn.
I remember the times all I was hearing was constant shouting and I couldn't stop my hands from wondering and digging deep into my skin, leaving deep and unforgettable scars.
Scars that are constant reminder of my demons that I have been trying to escape for the last 6 years.
-inevitable harm
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Haunted |+18|
PoesíaA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
