Stormy rains
fill
cloudy days
and shaky hands
make wild mistakes.
My sunny skies
left
blind eyes,
burns
my nerves.
Callused fingers
run
across veins
as
razors
would cut
through
skin.
So much for clean;
Not making a scene
So much for steady hands.
Help, it's bad again.
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Author:
Vanz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 24th, 2020 22:13
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
This evokes emotions of depression and self harm ( I hope I'm wrong) but the imagery is excellent.
- Syd
Unfortunately, you are correct. It's a part of my past that I'm not proud of.
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