RISE,RISE,RISE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE FIGHT

take flight
and leave
it's no plight
to weave
a song with bite

Cn: self harm,bulimia










i bled yesterday
after porcelain
tasted bile; how vile.

blade upon flesh, steel
amalgamating with skin
tears and undue fears

battered, skewed
the way the cookie crumbles
not a top class view

this is not haiku
it's a clusterfuck times two
dont read it thank you