Maimed in different ways
Identical scar opened like traced
Fortuitous occurrence, wounding but compelling
Exposed flesh desires everything but healing.
Unbearable inner discomfort craves release steer clear from harming others
Crimson dripping from the hands of a masochist
Eyes with no ounce of evident wheeze
Both wounds bathe in alcohol
Wishing not to heal, but to encounter torturous ecstasy.
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Dolor: Poetry of the unspoken
PoetryCollection of original poems as a way of expressing the author's unsaid thoughts and emotions. A coping mechanism of regretting the "what if's" and haunting forethought. Note that all the poems published are originally my work. Do not post it in an...
