tw: self harm
red scratch marks
scatter my body
the burning sensation
of my poison tipped
nails
ripping through my
thin stitched flesh
drowning out those
toxic tongued whispers
with my own
bloodcurdling screams
till I'm
raw
another layer
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
