[ ♡ ] - my poetry is the blood
that i spit out from my mouth,
lips cut. metal and bitter.
and it's also the blood that
spills out, from
my slit wrists. from their veins.
ravi. eighteen. she/her. (pan)sapphic.
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Histórias de 𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑼𝑺
the human heart is limitless.
all i am is an act of service.
my hands. my mouth. my tongue and my teeth.
...
skeletons of the sunrise.
WE'RE SINGING TO THE SKY, PRAYING FOR THE SUN.
