i arrange the little parts of me around my bed
my body - bruised and too-big and freckled and godly
my bibles - torn apart and adored and hated and tear stained
my blood - spilled and cut and destroyed and removed
i go to sleep and turn off the wish for angels
i want my body next to me
i want its too-small hands and feet cradled around me
i want my bibles on the foot of the bed
i want their cracked pages ruffling with the wind through the open window
i want my blood staining my sheets
i want curls of brown-red ruining my white linen as a constant reminder through the night
may no angels nor demons come tonight
i have every piece of me laid out
nothing to hide anymore
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bodies, bibles, blood (and other poems)
Poetrythis is my first (very small) collection of my poetry. it is a compilation of ten of my poems. i write about myself, my thoughts, and my identity sometimes. most of the time i just write about girls. trigger warnings for mentions of self-harm, death...
