closings xv

Kinsey Peterson

Dig the knife so far into your wrist 

that there isn’t a single blood vessel left intact

One line becomes


Two three

Over and over

And over




Anything you can reach

Selfishly deep into the flesh of your thighs as the blood spreads

And purples

Into greens and yellows below the surface

Over and over

And over

Until there isn’t skin left unmarred

  • Author: Kinsey Peterson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2023 14:07
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  • orchidee

    Ooh I dunno! Bit dangerous? A bad hair day there?!
    Has that taken the (knife) edge of the force of the poem? lol.

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