The ashes of my remains [Poetry]

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(TW: mentions of violence)

The sun burns into my skin
Just like all the trauma did
I'm sewing up my wounds again
Hoping I make it out with marks to prove it's real
I whisper no more
But tomorrow, I'll be reopening my work once more
Carving each line to utter perfection
As the voices sharpen the blade
I sit upon the floor, wondering if it's enough
One, two, eight lines
Should I clean it up or wait to hit day 0 once more
What's the point in avoiding the inevitable loop.
Why not just stay soaked in my own mess until I finally begin to drown in it.
-s