Daggered fingers etch shivers into softly bruised skin.
Burning kisses and gnashing teeth leave behind a tender ache.
Blinding light reflects every flaw of a frozen body.
I've trained my soul to tear apart each piece of my body,
taught teeth-sharpened nails how to leave new imperfect impressions on glass skin
until drowning in a liquid mirror leaves behind a war-drum headache.
Where would I be without self-inflicted heartache?
Would I celebrate each hard-won victory when I admire the battered armor of my skin,
allow my haunted mind to dream of being beauty embodied?
I wrap my paper skin in ice that dulls the aching thud of my body longing to return home.
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From the Mouths of the Gods
PoesieA collection of Greek-mythology inspired poems! If you enjoy, please check out my instagram @srhwrites 😊 Thanks for reading!
