water gliding down my
fingertips
creating streams of
red
pooling at my
feet
washing away the dirty
crimes and sins
i've committed
and
numbing the pain
of that
silver razor
dancing across
my flesh
emptying the
innocence in my soul
with bleeding lines
of aching relief
self control
it's lost.
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poesíadedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
