9.25.24
Harm and harbor,
Pretty white jacket,
Adon with my name;
Drip. drip drip
Chicken parm,
Pasta,
chicken stock was the day,
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She just fixed my cutting;
Not even
Ten
Minutes
Later,
Slice
Mind replies,
Dont cut yourself
Onions,
New mortal enemy;
Sli..
Slipp...
Slipped
Six halves
Six halves
Six halves
Six halves
Six...
why...
Is White pink now?
"Your hand!"
I heard,
Please no bone; my brain replayed.
I let out a breath as I see the blood,
Suddenly realization hits,
Next from my mouth,
"Fuck"
Loud and resounding against the kitchen wall,
The chef dropped everything and spun,
Seeing why,
Paper towels,
Crappily bandaged; she wasn't a nurse
My normal doctor looked,
She said,
"She needs stitches, I'm not comfortable doing it, go to Randelle's children"
Blank pale yellow walls,
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It feels nothing but a,
Stinging
Sansion
Air made it the pain worst
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The pale yellow
Now turning boring
Insane in boredom,
Wanting nothing more than to be in school,
I wanted to be in art,
Static noises of some crime show off the remote of their TV,
An actual nurse,
Shows
Fucking finally
She leaves to find the material,
Disappointment; across my face.
Freedom
Stripped away.
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This yellow wall,
How much I hate
It
finally.
She returned,
3-cross stitches up
The,
Figure tip.
Icecream
So, deserved.
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Sea of death - Poetry
ŞiirA book of poetry I wrote, was published on other things. Or it's stright up a call out / vent about someone. And typically those ones are obviously about someone.
