I want to take apart my skin
when the sun is too bright
and the world is too full
of people who will never know me.
I want to open the rivers
inside my wrists and empty them;
to pour myself away
the way I pour whisky
into my empty stomach,
and my hypothermic limbs
into stranger's beds.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
I want to take apart my skin
when the sun is too bright
and the world is too full
of people who will never know me.
I want to open the rivers
inside my wrists and empty them;
to pour myself away
the way I pour whisky
into my empty stomach,
and my hypothermic limbs
into stranger's beds.
©Nicola-Isobel H. 10.04.2019
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