this skin seems unfamiliar now,
with little white lines
of time and patience and peace,
instead of the mean red ones
she grew so accustomed to.
sure, the red will come back
soon enough,
and the white will become
an unseeable memory once again.
but for now,
her landscape is of gentle
ridges and marks.
for now, skin is smooth and flawed with memories.
for now,
she's okay.
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desolation
Poesíades·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
