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by Cherylmote

by Cherylmote

The scars on my arms and thighs,

They speak

They live and breathe like permanent henna

Rawly recalling sins of love and hurt

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, I say

As I drive the razor deeper into my skin

YOU ARE WORTH IT, I think

Before I lose consciousness and

Fall into a deep abyss of

Fantasies and dreams that

Spin like a merry-go-around in the blistering heat of summer at a carnival

I smile, raven locks whipping around in the eddies

And as I turn to look at him

I see that he is looking back with brown almond-like eyes

And a smile so sweet it feels like the blood in my veins have been replaced with honey instead

But with a grim realization,

I wake up ―

Sweating,

Breathing hard,

Clutching my chest with pain

Because I know that at the height of my happiness ― it's when I am at my weakest

Snowflakes tangle in my hair

Each one attempting to soothe my burning heart

But the fire that draws each breath

Kills another in me

And I have run out of heartbeats

dum-dum. dum-dum.

Just waiting

Waiting

For my remedy

~ Still waiting... waiting...