⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠
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I would make tally marks
on my wrists
in ballpoint pen
every time something
unfortunate happened.

Got a bad grade?

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Said the wrong thing?

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Mistreated by a friend?

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Loved someone too hard
(but not be loved back)?

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And It was only
under the cover of
privacy
in a washroom stall during class
or under the scalding pour of the shower
or after midnight atop white bed sheets

that I would trace the ink
with a razor blade.

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"What are those marks," he asked her.

"Oh," she whispered, "Just reminders for something I need to do later."