Dull metal, no, dull senses
Feels like I'm dying, like I'm living
Blood, frothy,
Viscous, wanton, throbbing
Swells pale skin.
Closet, cramped, bare back
against a scratched wall
handle trembling,
teeth chatter like bird beaks
a mouth oozing with spit.
It won't come, I won't
let this foreplay cease
in a ****** Teasing, wandering
criss-crosses of wounds
legs spread in want of the blade.
Diediediediediediediediediedie-
I won't.
I can't.
The scars remain on me
and they rub against the scratch
of my shirt. Tomorrow, darling
they say to me, Always later,
Always tomorrow
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
Dull metal, no, dull senses
Feels like I'm dying, like I'm living
Blood, frothy,
Viscous, wanton, throbbing
Swells pale skin.
Closet, cramped, bare back
against a scratched wall
handle trembling,
teeth chatter like bird beaks
a mouth oozing with spit.
It won't come, I won't
let this foreplay cease
in a ****** Teasing, wandering
criss-crosses of wounds
legs spread in want of the blade.
Diediediediediediediediediedie-
I won't.
I can't.
The scars remain on me
and they rub against the scratch
of my shirt. Tomorrow, darling
they say to me, Always later,
Always tomorrow
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