Apr 2016
My back's against the wall
as I run razors over my legs
on the bathroom floor.
I'm thinking of you,
of your skin in the sunlight
and the way it would pierce
your dark eyes.
as I run razors over my legs
on the bathroom floor.
I'm thinking of you,
of your skin in the sunlight
and the way it would pierce
your dark eyes.
©Nicola-Isobel H. 27.04.2016
(28/F/Australia)
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