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I looked at myself in the mirror, Broke a glass, And held it against my face Instead of slicing into my skin Like my mind so desperately desired, I watched as My eyes fluttered And started a steady stream, Which fell and accumulated Into a pool at the bottom of the glass When the stream ceased, I pursed my lips to the jagged edge To drink The sharp glass Smoothly sliced into my bottom lip And just as the clear stream flowed into my mouth, I started to bleed The blood mixed with my tears, I swallowed, And as the salty liquid travelled down my throat, I realized that I was tasting pain In its physicality And yet somehow, I felt relief
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
The taste of pain
I looked at myself in the mirror, Broke a glass, And held it against my face Instead of slicing into my skin Like my mind so desperately desired, I watched as My eyes fluttered And started a steady stream, Which fell and accumulated Into a pool at the bottom of the glass When the stream ceased, I pursed my lips to the jagged edge To drink The sharp glass Smoothly sliced into my bottom lip And just as the clear stream flowed into my mouth, I started to bleed The blood mixed with my tears, I swallowed, And as the salty liquid travelled down my throat, I realized that I was tasting pain In its physicality And yet somehow, I felt relief
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
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