May 2018
i hurt myself tonight.
a thin red line on fair white canvas,
painting my emotions into my skin.
and i don’t know any other reaction
to the tempests in my thoughts
than to shut out the pain
with another perpetrator.
i hurt myself tonight.
but for now, it’s the only pain
i feel.
a thin red line on fair white canvas,
painting my emotions into my skin.
and i don’t know any other reaction
to the tempests in my thoughts
than to shut out the pain
with another perpetrator.
i hurt myself tonight.
but for now, it’s the only pain
i feel.
i can no longer sleep, for the image of your face intrudes the drowsy blackness under my eyelids that calls me. and your words are louder than the choruses of the tired.
