Open your eyes.
Scorch the back of your skull with hope
Quick, close them again
It's easier than to try and understand it,
Such a foreign concept.
Open your mind.
Words bequeathed to you by malevolent gods overflow and spill
Over
The
Edges
too much too much too much STOP
can thoughts be so deafening?
Shut the door and
Open your mouth.
Breathe.
In, out, in.
Your horse's heartbeat slows.
There is a box in the corner of your mind
You have been forbidden from opening
By yourself.
Fear fills you.
A tug of war from left to right
But they are one and the same if you walk for long enough
And you have walked so far
A thousand miles every second
And each second lasts a millennia
Sit.
Rest.
Cold steel will take care of you now.
Steel and a coppery smell
It doesn't hurt
Not at first.
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Poem is about the lead up to the act of self harm. Copper = blood, steel = razors.
