she puts it in her art to hint at it ambiguously
to protect herself from the blades life throws at her
but when they ask in such a way- "you dont have to tell me"
their eyes thirsting for the shit that makes her want to rip her skin off
the shield drops. they regret asking.
with a lacerated body she lies down
bleeding out infront of them and all they can say is "that sucks"
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little poems
Poesiathese are little poems that id never love enough to show [lowercase intended]
