i step into the shower
picking shards of glass off my palms
delicately undress the wounds on my legs
cold water pours
i rest my purple, ****** fingers against the shower stall
and douse myself in rose-scented soap
scrubbing what skin remained
see my black eyes in the broken mirror
as i wipe my face off.
an arsenal to fix the mess.
loving arms wait outside the door
but my cold hands tremble on the ****
bruises wrapped in a tight dress
i’d lie gorgeous in a casket
and finally rest.
Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 6:06 PM UTC
i step into the shower
picking shards of glass off my palms
delicately undress the wounds on my legs
cold water pours
i rest my purple, ****** fingers against the shower stall
and douse myself in rose-scented soap
scrubbing what skin remained
see my black eyes in the broken mirror
as i wipe my face off.
an arsenal to fix the mess.
loving arms wait outside the door
but my cold hands tremble on the ****
bruises wrapped in a tight dress
i’d lie gorgeous in a casket
and finally rest.
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