Dig the knife so far into your wrist
that there isn’t a single blood vessel left intact
One line becomes
Two
Two three
Over and over
And over
And
Bruises
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
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Author:
Kinsey Peterson (
Offline) - Published: November 10th, 2023 14:07
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Comments1
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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