sunflower
Black sharpie,
To my thigh.
A sunflower,
To make me stop cutting.
Because who would cut something so beautiful?
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
sunflower
sunflower
Black sharpie,
To my thigh.
A sunflower,
To make me stop cutting.
Because who would cut something so beautiful?
a.b.
