She used to write poems about slitting her wrists
About monsters that did but did not exist
About band aids and stained paper towels
About grubby toilet seats and empty bowels
And well, now
She regret the scars
Fishing line trails out of them
Transparent until noticed
Then tangled and messy
Catching on hot sweaters in the summer
On the eyes of friends
Of her grandparents
She found them to no longer be the uneven lines of art she loved
She'd stick to colored pens
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
She used to write poems about slitting her wrists
About monsters that did but did not exist
About band aids and stained paper towels
About grubby toilet seats and empty bowels
And well, now
She regret the scars
Fishing line trails out of them
Transparent until noticed
Then tangled and messy
Catching on hot sweaters in the summer
On the eyes of friends
Of her grandparents
She found them to no longer be the uneven lines of art she loved
She'd stick to colored pens
