April 20, 2019 - 2am

Vanz

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. 

  • Author: Vanz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 24th, 2020 22:13
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 28
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Comments +

Comments1

  • Syd

    This evokes emotions of depression and self harm ( I hope I'm wrong) but the imagery is excellent.

    - Syd

    • Vanz

      Unfortunately, you are correct. It's a part of my past that I'm not proud of.



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