TW: self harm.
Slit pearlescent drops
Each the same born
Cut open from their vessels
Running free from
It's trapped body
They begin to slow
Curing, maturing
Sharp metallic pinheads
Encrusted with prickling glue
Leaking, oozing
Holding me together
And filling the gaps
And crevices
And holes of my life
My lost childhood
Strike one
The soft padding underneath
My broken friendships
Strike two
The hardened outer shell
My mind
Strike three
Now paint my cast red
Context: this is about how I feel like self harm is the only thing keeping me together, the only thing stopping all the other things in my life from turning me insane.
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All's Fair In Love And Lesbian Poetry
PoetryA poetry book written by myself about my own experiences and feelings and emotions.
