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 Aug 2020 Stella
Bree
Addicted
 Aug 2020 Stella
Bree
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
 Aug 2020 Stella
amanda
twisted up
 Aug 2020 Stella
amanda
our souls
keep trying to touch

but our bodies
seem to be in the way
*** means something
again
 Aug 2020 Stella
Lye
Please save me.
 Aug 2020 Stella
Lye
I feel like I’m stuck on a train car,
Dangling over the edge of a cliff.
At this very moment, I am not falling.
I am simply waiting in anticipation, my stomach prepared for the drop at all times.
I can’t see the bottom of the valley,
And the train car is rocking.
Slowly,
Back and forth, back and forth
Ever so slightly moving forward, closer to its demise.
My demise.
Until one day, I’ll fall.
And there no way I can survive.
 Aug 2020 Stella
Sophie
Yet..
 Aug 2020 Stella
Sophie
We haven't met yet
But I feel like I will enjoy making you smile..
Watch you laugh
And maybe pause the moment
Or let it play in repeat but in slo-mo

We haven't met yet
But I feel like our hugs will last
a longer while..
My small head resting on you safely
As you fight the urge to carry me

We haven't met yet
But I feel like we'll be in each other's space for a while.

— The End —