Broken razorblades haemorrhaging
beneath my voice, I tried to sculpture
the pain beneath my intentions.
To sew them underneath with blunt
needles. venting the devastation that
clustered beneath, I wanted to bleed out.
If I needed wings to soar they were plucked
before I flew, and the razorblades were
haemorrhaging beneath, I'd cut them myself.
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
Broken razorblades haemorrhaging
beneath my voice, I tried to sculpture
the pain beneath my intentions.
To sew them underneath with blunt
needles. venting the devastation that
clustered beneath, I wanted to bleed out.
If I needed wings to soar they were plucked
before I flew, and the razorblades were
haemorrhaging beneath, I'd cut them myself.
