poetic.jr

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I need to feel it again!

The cold steel

The crimson dripping.

I need to see,

The flesh parting

The life draining.

Sometimes I feel,

the past.

The tissue itching

My mind racing.

Mirrors,

an enemy.

Always reminding,

Always showing.

Can I keep myself from

creating another scar

that never,

 

Fades?