i shudder
with content
as thorns
dig into my skin
and it drips with rosy liquor
that feeds my need
to feel something;
anything that proves I'm still alive
as i drink myself to death.
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efflorescence
Puisi- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
xviii.
i shudder
with content
as thorns
dig into my skin
and it drips with rosy liquor
that feeds my need
to feel something;
anything that proves I'm still alive
as i drink myself to death.
