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 Jul 2020 jae smith
Alex Scaife
She stretched her sleeves to cover them.
The knife cut deep on her scarred thighs.
I said I didn't mind that she hurt
Herself. Still, the hand covered the bruise.

She ate little. The mirror scoffed
Still. "Fine!" I'd say. "I'll eat alone."
I said I didn't mind that she starved
herself. Still, the hand covered the bruise.

I wish I pulled her hand.
I wish I didn't just speak.
Lately I can't eat too.
My hand covers the bruise.
 Jul 2020 jae smith
Aseel
Grin
 Jul 2020 jae smith
Aseel
Every night, happiness wears her fancy colorful dress and sway on her feet on the other side of the street , she draws a grin on her angelic face telling me I’m never going to have her in my bed.


I never wanted her in my bed
I just needed a hope
That someday
I’m going to touch her
Only touch her

— The End —