Hand lacerations
Are absolutely no fun.
Especially when on
The dominant hand
But somehow the slash
In two fingers,
The spread of pink in dishwater
The dark red welling up
And spilling over
Somehow through the
Majority of calm after a
Brief freak-out
Somehow this stifles my
Desire to mutilate
This horrendous lust that
I do not want and
Barely can control
So now my handwriting
***** my fingers hurt,
These cuts are a nuisance
But my repugnant hunger
Has been tamed...
What's wrong with me?!
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 9:53 PM UTC
Hand lacerations
Are absolutely no fun.
Especially when on
The dominant hand
But somehow the slash
In two fingers,
The spread of pink in dishwater
The dark red welling up
And spilling over
Somehow through the
Majority of calm after a
Brief freak-out
Somehow this stifles my
Desire to mutilate
This horrendous lust that
I do not want and
Barely can control
So now my handwriting
***** my fingers hurt,
These cuts are a nuisance
But my repugnant hunger
Has been tamed...
What's wrong with me?!
11/19/12
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