i cut ladders
up and down
my legs
my arms
my stomach
maybe
if i cut just deep enough
space the
perfect straight lines
just so
just this far apart
i will be able to climb
up up up
dig my feet into
the bright pink muscle
push the skin apart
and climb the bean stock
to a universe
where
my skin is not too tight
my eyes are not broken
my seams are not ripping
my soul is not shattered
spiralling
out
of
c o n t r o l
saveme
i make ladders
full of hope
because i have none
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
i cut ladders
up and down
my legs
my arms
my stomach
maybe
if i cut just deep enough
space the
perfect straight lines
just so
just this far apart
i will be able to climb
up up up
dig my feet into
the bright pink muscle
push the skin apart
and climb the bean stock
to a universe
where
my skin is not too tight
my eyes are not broken
my seams are not ripping
my soul is not shattered
spiralling
out
of
c o n t r o l
saveme
i make ladders
full of hope
because i have none
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