Like a butterfly kiss on my wrist
Across my skin soft and sweet
But with this razor edge
Pull and tug, tear and rip
Till I get what I want
Beautiful blood, brilliant black
The silence is soothing
The result is moving
It is unchangeable, stunning
No turning back, changing the past
What’s done is done, I’m done
Leaving, lifting, flying away
On the wings of a butterfly
After it’s soft kiss.
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While in that dark place
PoetryPoems written while in that dark place located in the back of every teenagers mind. Includes poems about getting out of that dark place.
